CONTRABAND

[Chorus]
I'm running through the land
Got metal on my hand
Turn me up in the Daw
So you can hear it raw
Break bread and your jaw
Draw your blood for the law
Turn me up in the daw
Turn me up in the daw
I'm a bitch, come and take a hit
Come into the night
Take a knife, keep it out of sight
Come and start a fight
Big beast in the summer
I know, I know when you lie
I'm a bitch, come and take a hit
Come into the night

[Verse]
This I how I talk when I feel heated
I carry my own 'cause I'm so Venus
I started this shit, don't get it twisted
I am my own demon (Yeah), huh
A real heathen, what (Huh) all my bitches, go free thеm
I use my tick like a real bеacon, all my tongues are high treason
I don't fuck guys who do preaching
No real gods, just legions
All seasons, still breathing
All feeling, I'm still breathing
Don't come at me when you're still teething
You're so sick of your own vision
Blew up my house, no provisions
How do you do these revisions?
You got no spine, just conditions
Rifles, pistols, new regions
I spiral before I sweeten
4,000km an hour is the speed at which I let my heart beat
All my anxiety is a liability so I take a seat, try to fuckin' eat

[Interlude]
I always feel like I'm running out of fucking time (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I always feel like I'm running out of fucking time
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
I always feel like I'm running out of all my time
(All my bitches go free them)
(All my bitches go free them)
(All my bitches go free them)
(All my bitches go free them)
I always feel like I'm running out of all my time
(All my bitches go free them)
(All my bitches go free them)
(All my bitches go free them)
(All my bitches go free them)
I always feel like I'm running out of all my time

[Chorus]
I'm running through the land
Got metal on my hand
Turn me up in the Daw
So you can hear it raw
Break bread and your jaw (I always feel, always feel)
Draw your blood for the law (Feel always, feel always)
Turn me up in the daw (Feel always, feel)
Turn me up in the daw, baby