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Paris Texas - BULLSEYE (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Felix
Felix
Vocals
Louie Pastel
Louie Pastel
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kennth Charles Blume III
Kennth Charles Blume III
Songwriter
Adrian Waller
Adrian Waller
Songwriter
Olawale Onayemi
Olawale Onayemi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paris Texas
Paris Texas
Producer
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Producer

Lyrics

I've been smokin' cigarettes until my lungs bleed Jumpin' off the roof but this is not Assassin's Creed Only nigga gonna body me is gon' be me 'Fore I leave this bitch, um, let me fuck you off this bean I can't watch the world becomin' what I fear most My house was haunted, seen my father go ghost I'm an alien like, nigga, what the fuck is Earth? I've been goin' raw like bitches cannot give birth Bare in a barren, if it's not a parent I don't fuck with none of y'all, these features I ain't sharin' Boy anonymous, I'm hideous, don't show my face Little bitch, I'm breathing in the color of a Karen Coke, it's no Cola, bitch, soul don't exist Had to ask for it back, snatchеd it out my dick Somethin' 'bout a bad little thot, can't resist Somеthin' 'bout these sad little thoughts, can't resist I'm not gon' fake the story Most people flip the script I'm not gon' say I'm sorry I don't give a fuck 'bout forgiveness I don't give a fuck 'bout no target Put that pretty little bitch in my head You only had one shot, you missed You only had one shot, you missed I don't love her, why I keep getting my dick sucked? Know the reason, I don't really wanna tell you When I say it, you gon' think that I'm a sick fuck But I'm a selfish motherfucker just like you Know you ain't come all this way just to hear that stuff You want something that you really could look up to I'm not a role model, I'm a bone-smashin' I'm a full throttle, I'm a killswitch kid I'ma hold my nuts while I'm talkin' all my shit And my homie died, I ain't ever cried about no bitch And my veins dried, I done put my heart into this shit And I'm tongue-tied 'cause I got my tongue inside your bitch Been a long time since we had to climb up out this shit At the wrong time, niggas might get popped up in they shit They deflate like soufleè, make you stay in your place He's some lame, he's a snake I'm not gon' fake the story Most people flip the script I'm not gon' say I'm sorry I don't give a fuck 'bout forgiveness I don't give a fuck 'bout no target Put that pretty little bitch in my head You only had one shot, you missed You only had one shot, you missed (I'm not gon' fake the story) (Most people flip the script) (I'm not gon' say I'm sorry) (I don't give a fuck 'bout forgiveness) (I don't give a fuck 'bout no target) (Put that pretty little bitch in my head) (You only had one shot, you missed) (You only had one) (I'm not gon' fake the story) (Most people flip the script) (I'm not gon' say I'm sorry) (I don't give a fuck 'bout forgiveness)
Writer(s): Kenneth Charles Iii Blume, Tony Teezo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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