Trump Card

Tell me what you've got running through that thick ass fucking skull I'd like to think it's suicide I guess I'll never know I hope it's paranoia that they are gunning for your throne Watch out, I brought a knife, coming for your throat Unhinged, wide grinned and I'm looking like a sinner Watch your fucking back cause I come in like a killer Tell me what you've got running through that crooked skull I'd like to think it's suicide I guess I'll never know I'm sending it back Prepare to get mad Only way out Is out in a bag I'm on the attack I'm not here to play With my fucking food You better believe I'm salting the wounds Your pockets are lined With everyone's money Isn't it funny It's never your own And not even once Did you go hungry And you're not alone So sick of all these motherfuckers just like you Still walking around without a goddamn clue When the world goes up in smoke All that's left to do is breathe in fumes Unhinged, wide grinned and I'm looking like a sinner Watch your fucking back cause I come in like a killer I hope it's paranoia that they are gunning for your throne Watch out, I brought a knife, coming for your throat What Coming for you Motherfucker Can't save face with a gun in your mouth No there's no safe space your mistake was crying for help Even your own self-worth is tied to your wealth I thought you only bled red, white, blue Now there's only green entwined with truth I bet you never thought I'd come for you But here I am, let's see what inside you Can't save face with a gun in your mouth No there's no safe space Can't shake blame when you've done it yourself No there's no safe space No there's no Beg for life before you fade to black I'll let you die when I say you can Keep one eye open and watch your back I'll let you die when I say you can There will be no mercy for you We've only just begun You cannot escape this truth There's nowhere left to run Tell me what you've got running through that thick ass fucking skull I'd like to think it's suicide I guess I'll never know I hope it's paranoia that they are gunning for your throne Watch out, I brought a knife, coming for your throat Unhinged, wide grinned and I'm looking like a sinner Watch your fucking back cause I come in like a killer Tell me what you've got running through that crooked skull I'd like to think it's suicide I guess I'll never know