Hot Chip

From a brother to another

No blood of mine

Hell twisted your tongue

Ain't turning back time

Easy reading on an empty book

Easy to forget about me

Let's see who can win

Yo motherfuckers

Bitterwood style baby

This one's for the fuckin' movers

Step up

Been wasting my days

Stuck inside my mind

No love, no hope

No sense of time

Been putting myself to the test

Just to see how far I can break

It's a lonely life

When you're on your own

Lock stock and blow me away

Easy talking for a gun for a mouth

See me when I turn this gun around

Everyone has your back until shit goes south

This ain't a callout

It's a motherfucking threat