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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will G(dot)URL Fase
Will G(dot)URL Fase
Songwriter
Angel Ace Cordova
Angel Ace Cordova
Songwriter
Michael Dirt Cordova
Michael Dirt Cordova
Songwriter

Lyrics

Tell me yah, Tell me yah, don't hold back now Bring me out to the back, two shots bap pow Never get rid of me I'm coming right back now Stuck inside your head like those two shots, bap pow All for what? like I ain't ever helped you out All for nothing, coming right, coming right back Tell me something, why you wanna bury me All for what? two shots don't mean anything No matter how they try to frame it, Wes Anderson or Craven A new nightmare, but their story ain't lining up as they make it But I'm chilling in the backyard waiting to hear that thang click They took aim close range from inside of my circle they can't miss Still, I find peace in my confusion, peace in my erratic thoughts Peace when I'm under fire and peace when my lifeless body drops yuh I can't help it I'm a motormouth And if get too excited and you feel some type of way That's some shit that we can talk about but I ain't a saint and I ain't tryna play the part I just need you to keep that same energy we had at the start But if it's gone take me out back show em you can assume my role I'm comfortable with double barrels pressed against my skull Tell me yah, Tell me yah, don't hold back now Bring me out to the back, two shots bap pow Never get rid of me I'm coming right back now Stuck inside your head like those two shots, bap pow Start a fight in the middle of a mosh pit Try to take me out back and end my shit I make you feel you wrong, I make you feel weird You deserve that's the only reason that I'm here In a city of lost lambs it doesn't matter who gets slaughtered Once you pay the finders fee it's decided on who gets followed What A common mediator who couldn't favor his is favorites They never understood what time, honor, pain, and labor meant I ain't back to cover ground I'm here to utilize perspective Cause these rappers are magicians, take your dollar bill and change Make it disappear then reappear to pocketbooks and banks Mother Fuck your opinion, the fuck you gotta say to me Me and ace were sleeping outside when shows were free We didn't care about the money just the fact that you would mention We Would set up expectations high then shot up at the knee So go and get that through your fucking brain and do not look at me because All those years You should've seen me face ya'll Should've been our year They shot us in the face ya'll Tell me yah, Tell me yah, don't hold back now Bring me out to the back, two shots bap pow Never get rid of me I'm coming right back now Stuck inside your head like those two shots, bap pow Tell me yah, Tell me yah, don't hold back now Tell me yah, Tell me yah, don't hold back now Tell me yah, Tell me yah, don't hold back now Tell me yah, Tell me yah, don't hold back now
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