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GUNSLINGER
586
Hip-Hop/Rap
GUNSLINGER was released on October 18, 2024 by Gao the Arsonist / Good Problems as a part of the album AND THEY MINE FOR OUR BODIES
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Release DateOctober 18, 2024
LabelGao the Arsonist / Good Problems
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gao the Arsonist
Gao the Arsonist
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Othneil Gayle
Othneil Gayle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gao the Arsonist
Gao the Arsonist
Producer

Lyrics

I'll be empty-handed if I ever drop the gun tucked in my belt
Rummage through my pockets but there's nothing much to offer but myself
(This is the Arsonist)
I don't got a choice
There's violence in my skillset
Now I'm self-employed for targets clients haven't killed yet
I tried robbing Lady Justice blind for her blade
Just ended up with bodies of the tyrants next to children
Eyes locked on the chalkboard info
Presidents spent time in the penthouse
**** shot through the top-floor window
I don't have a lot to love
I don't have the stock for kinfolk
Watch me abandon values just like the godless flock to the temple
Botched the event
It was not for the gentle
Eyes locked onto the chalkboard
If I blink I'll fall through the boardwalk
Still flinch at the shots like a wardog
Knight's bloodstained armour shines like any precious metal as long as the sword drawn
The high of the job hasn't worn off
I would cry 'cause I thought I was born wrong
Lost what I swore on
Lost what I huhh
I'll be empty-handed if I ever drop the gun tucked in my belt
Rummage through my pockets but there's nothing much to offer but myself
I'll be empty-handed if I ever drop the gun tucked in my belt
(Gunslinger)
(Body found in alley)
(All my bounties tallied)
(Every night I count it)
(Add it up)
Rummage through my pockets but there's nothing much to offer but myself
(Tongue withered)
(I miss the sound of any voice that isn't coming from somebody I just bound but that's enough)
Eyes locked on the chalkboard info
Presidents spent time in the penthouse
**** shot through the top-floor window
I don't have a lot to love
I don't have the stock for kinfolk
Watch me abandon values just like the godless flock to the temple
Botched the event
It was not for the gentle
Eyes locked onto the chalkboard
If I blink I'll fall through the boardwalk
Still flinch at the shots like a wardog
Knight's bloodstained armour shines like any precious metal as long as the sword drawn
The high of the job hasn't worn off
I would cry 'cause I thought I was born wrong
Lost what I swore on
Lost what I huhh
Gao
Gao
You've been staring at the chalkboard for hours, man
Why don't you give it a little break?
Written by: Othneil Gayle
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