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Mark Anthony Nichols
Mark Anthony Nichols
Songwriter
Katie Sau-Yee Ben-Nathan
Katie Sau-Yee Ben-Nathan
Songwriter
Connor Gerrard
Connor Gerrard
Songwriter
Kelly Boyer
Kelly Boyer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shwabadi
Shwabadi
Producer
HalaCG
HalaCG
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Lyrics

Yeah Yeah Straight up I don't wanna mix my words So let me set things right Two big blades with the curve You would never best this fight You don't even know you worth Coming here to bet your life Bet your life Bet your life that you've breathed your last Soon as I'm on the scene they dash If they try it I'll beat their ass Time comes, everyone meets their match You've got only one chance left, pussy Trust me, I have been keeping track Thought you'd chuckle in the face of danger How come now I don't see you laugh? I'm a fact of life no soul postpones Facing el lobo loco Many lives that I've stolen solo Try and fight it but bro you're so slow Read the past in their eyes, life flashes by Everything goes in slow-mo Wasted eight of your nine, idling by Live by the code, it's YOLO Any time Turn and run, it's your turn to die Don't turn profit, turning eyes Make death an art, no turner prize Turn the murder rate absurdly high Think you had it coming, serves you right If they told you fighting's worth a try I'm afraid they gave the worst advice I, oh I've seen this all before In the night, I'm the shadow in you door And my eyes reflect the blood upon the floor When you die all alone Cus I'm straight up A force of nature, baby You can't take me down Hear the whistle as the wind begins to howl Did you really think that you'd escape this debt? It's too late to run You're face to face with death Big bad wolf Not the one you would of read in the books But still a menacing look You see the red in the hood Smoke cloak, they be smelling the soot You know straight up death it was said in the hook Straight up fear Scared straight Stairway to the gate Sent straight up there Fair fates are not guaranteed Now the families gathered like fetes & fairs Razor glares often met with a vacant stare Raising hairs on the backs of the nape The airs turned cold, now you're facing a fatal dare You're the prey, oughtta save them prayers Bleed, like blood start running Caught the scent, and felt a rush, I'm buzzing Plus I don't sleep no, that's my cousin Always keep coming, it's cus i'm Straight up A force of nature, baby You can't take me down Hear the whistle as the wind begins to howl Did you really think that you'd escape this debt? It's too late to run You're face to face with death
Writer(s): Francis Anthony White, Nathan Alexander Lambert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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