Killshot

I could get a kill-shot running
But you might not love it
Run to the cops no telling
But your heads still buzzing
Running in and out give me five
When I pull up no one else has arrived
Flicking on the tv when you cry
We could chain my heals to your dirt bike

Drive over son and make him fuck your brains out
Fuck your brains out

So
Running down the pieces in the sand
Wondering if you’re ever getting back
Wondering if they’re ever getting home
Home
So go
How you making love if you’re her dad
Nothings evеr been here in the sand
Now I’m gеtting higher than the band

Played with your food for the last 3 summers
Kicked off the roof tryna aim like gunners
Popped off a few on the hillside
Coughed up a rock in my throat so hard
Throwing up blood all over the yard
Running round shooting my guns, yeah I’m over paid

Fuck it girl you can’t be fucking saved
Now he fucking knows about it

I could get a kill-shot running
But you might not love it
Run to the cops no telling
But your heads still buzzing

Drive over son and make him fuck your brains out
Fuck your brains out