Bombs On Broadway


The name really fits, cause you are still the same I'm sick and tired of all these games
You just talk shit, and i'm not the same, I left that behind, so just shut your mouth
You'll never change you've always been that way, you're so fucking petty you'll never change
You just talk shit, and im not the same, I left that behind, so just fuck yourself
Face down you'll fall in it, choke on all your bullshit Im sick, so sick of you Im sick, sick of your attitude So choke, choke on that gun And you'll be left behind, in a puddle of your own blood So choke, choke on that gun
face down you'll fall in it, choke on all your bullshit I'm sick, im so sick of you I'm sick,sick of your attitude One down, ten more to go ready, set, fire, let's go Choke on, choke on that gun And you'll be left behind in a puddle of blood
You just talk shit, and I'm not the same, i left that behind
So just fuck yourself







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