(Intro)
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Loaded gun
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Bang bang bang
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Bang bang bang
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(Hook)
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Feels like a loaded gun, bang
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Loaded gun, loaded gun
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Aiming right, bang
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Aiming right at my head.
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Loaded gun, bang
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Loaded gun, loaded gun
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Firing up, bang, at my head.
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Walking through life
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Not really knowing what's gonna happen
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Living in fear, in fear of me relapsing
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The streets keep calling, bang
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There's no time for talking.
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(Verse)
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So what you wanan know first?
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These streets or these drugs, which one is worse?
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Well, damn, shit this is a cold world
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Could only prop a nigga right for a warm hearse.
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I know, so many niggas tryina cap soon
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'Cause this buzz big and this hat blue.
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So many answers in this cat suit
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At the point where I'm feeling like I have to.
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Well, ever felt you wanna get away?
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Man, I hate when that happens and shit
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'Cause you feel the same way when you back from the trip
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But fucking with the same vice
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Or getting back with the bitch.
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Dark room, force weed
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Demons spread from nothing but sweat
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Thinking, thinking like French kissing the fifth, right?
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Right or maybe Russian roulette
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Four thorns break to a part
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Couple blunts, but I swear I bought more to spark
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It'll be a long night
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Think I shoulda took a left, made the wrong right.
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And still tryna right wrongs
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Should these troubles seem life long
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Survive or try to paint pictures daily as Picasso.
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Grandma pray and I don't
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But I'm here so it's working, shit, it gotta be.
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How can something I give so much to
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Still wanna take a lot of me?
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Shit, we don't dare to ask
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Or shit, we don't care to ask
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If I close my eyes and let it go
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I probably won't hear the blast.
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(Hook)
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Feels like a loaded gun, bang
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Loaded gun, loaded gun
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Aiming right, bang
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Aiming right at my head
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Loaded gun, bang
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Loaded gun, loaded gun
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Firing up, bang, at my head.
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Walking through life
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Not really knowing what's gonna happen
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Living in fear, in fear of me relapsing
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The streets keep calling, bang
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There's no time for talking.
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(Verse)
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Thinking what am I here for,
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Sometimes a nigga feel dead.
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Thinking what do I care for
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Just a fucked up pill head.
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Nothing left, can't share more
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Just know a nigga tried, lord
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But an old addicts, old habits
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Give another meaning to the term vice lord.
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And I still ain't spoke to my pop,
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We should have handled this much sooner.
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Don't agree with me, just be with me
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After all I'm still your junior.
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Look, got two tryna make me choose
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They don't get this shit cut close
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If I could ever tell him the truth
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I might say I'm in love with both.
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And that can't be the answer
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No, gotta go see grandpa
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I'm up here fighting with broads
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He down South fighting with cancer.
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And I can't make that same mistake,
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That I made years ago with grandma.
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Gotta put my career on hold and go see him
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While I still got the chance to.
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Stained by what I can't do
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This pain substantial
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And a millionaire couldn't come and solve it
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No, this debt ain't financial.
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More like a loaded gun,
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And these thoughts keep stalking.
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I'm caught in between a war of words
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What's worse is I'm the only one talking.
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(Hook)
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Feels like a loaded gun, bang
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Loaded gun, loaded gun
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Aiming right, bang
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Aiming right at my head
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Loaded gun, bang
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Loaded gun, loaded gun
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Firing up, bang, at my head.
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Walking through life
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Not really knowing what's gonna happen
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Living in fear, in fear of me relapsing
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The streets keep calling, bang
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There's no time for talking.
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Loaded Gun
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