GUNSHOW

[Intro]
The mind is the king of the senses
And the breath is the king of the mind

[Verse 1: Obi Ill Terrors]
You best hope they pile all the steel from the free world on my grave
And put bolts in my stomach 'cause when I go to hell, no, I won't behave
You best hope that they pile all the steel from the free world on my grave
And put bolts in my stomach 'cause when I go to hell, no, I won't behave

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Dijon]
Ooh, and it's not just what it seems
Ooh, won't you burn me at the stake?
Oh, there's nothing, nothing I ever could want
And it's nothing, nothing

[Chorus: Lil Dijon]
It's away
But it's plain to see, there's something in the air
It's away
But it's plain to see, there's something in the air
Far away
I see you slipping over, closer to the edge
It's away
But it's plain to see, there's something in the air

[Verse 2: Marty Bugatti]
Yeah, check the sound, turn it up on your telly
We rocking every single station, blowing up the celly
Rub on your nipples and blow it, wet your fucking whistle
Big liquor flowing off the top floor, it's not a little
I'm telling war stories, go overhead, they laugh and giggle
And they don't drop it low for anyone unless it's Triple
One, belittling all my sons, they dribbling off their tongues
Glistenin', fiddlin', nibblin' these nuts

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Dijon]
Ooh, and it's not just what it seems
Ooh, won't you burn me at the stake?
Oh, there's nothing, nothing I ever could want
And it's nothing, nothing

[Bridge: Obi Ill Terrors]
Yeah, I'm a ghost in this world
Petrified lover, do the most in this world
I could try and I'll fail
But I won't give in 'til dead or in a cell, like
Yeah, I'm a ghost in this world
Petrified lover, do the most in this world, ah
I could try but I'll fail
I won't give in I'm 'til dead or in a cell, God

[Chorus: Lil Dijon]
It's away
But it's plain to see, there's something in the air
It's away
But it's plain to see, there's something in the air
Far away
I see you slipping over, closer to the edge
It's away
But it's plain to see, there's something in the air

[Outro]
When you observe yourself within, you see a world of images, generally known as fantasies