Run And You're Dead

(álbum: cultcaine.com - 2019)

Yeah, whew, huh?
Want the smoke? Whew, yeah
Want the smoke? Yeah
Want the smoke? Psyke
Want the smoke? Yeah
Want the smoke? Psyke
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, we in here, yeah, we in here
We want the smoke, there's some in the air
It's in the air, somebody scared
Guns in the air, pagans in here
Run and you're dead, run and you're dead
Run and you're dead, run and you're dead
Run and you're dead, run and you're dead
Run and you're dead, run and you're dead

.38 long, run or you're gone
Body get dropped by the end of the song
Animal instinct on
My gang is a band playing percussion and drums
I thought you was on?
But I was right, I was wrong, and I ain't righting my wrongs
And I don't care what I've done
I'll do it more than once, breakfast, dinner, and lunch
Yeah, I ain't even kicking a fuss
Big blue swerve, I'm kicking the clutch
Them boy, they're kicking the dust
Vampire vibe, but the blood ain't enough
Fall back, I ain't cool with' the love
Just went up, I can't fall into fluff
Don't call my phone, just call my bluff
Be ready to die for fucking with us

Yeah, we in here, yeah, we in here
We want the smoke, there's some in the air
It's in the air, somebody scared
Guns in the air, pagans in here
Run and you're dead, run and you're dead
Run and you're dead, run and you're dead
Run and you're dead, run and you're dead
Run and you're dead, run and you're dead