Buck
He's a opp
She's a opp he's a cop
Got the stick
Gripped if it pops off
Cold shivers
Cold dinners shaking up
Door locked
Shaking at the bus stop
Eyes twitching
Chest pumping
It's written
Teeth glisten so nobody come talking to me
Pumping weight
Training for the death day
Numb finger with the trigger when they come play
I'm going buck
I gotta cut
I'm going buck
I gotta run
Find me
Chilling in a Tims with my Timbs on my feet and my hood up G
Fuck me up
Suckerpunch
Cut me up
Throw my whole
Body in the black mud
All this freaky shit is in my head
And I gotta off it quick before they leave me fucking dead
Yeah my mind is playing tricks
And these people ain't real
Think I need another fix
For this nonstop wheel
I versus I it's an eye for an eye
Writer/s: Robert Oritz
