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• Artiste: Injected
• Titre: Bullet
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You’re coming home to an empty space Inside of you there's no other place You’re wondering hard what you're here for But every night you still walk out that door You’re just a screwed up kid Who doesn't know who he is Fights the words in his head Screams he's better off dead Met a punk with a dis Wants a fight and now you're pissed It’s already too late Sawed off your hate What did you sell your soul for Was it a gun and a bullet and a chance at revenge You got props from your boys on the block A cross to bear that never ends What did you sink so low for Was it the time and the space and the spit in your face Props from the cops and the court A sin you can't erase He caught you looking his way Hands in the air what the hell did you say I know something sad but true That motherfucker was as scared as you You shot a screwed up kid Doesn’t know who he is Fights the words in his head Screams he's better off dead Met a punk like you What the fuck you gonna do But point the piece at his eyes You never realized What did you sell your soul for Was it a gun and a bullet and a chance at revenge You got props from your boys on the block A cross to bear that never ends What did you sink so low for Was it the time and the space and the spit in your face Props from the cops and the court A sin you can't erase Sell it with a pistol in the sack They push you so hard gonna push right back Sell it and don't put up a fight Your life has just started but it all ends tonight You shot a screwed up kid Doesn’t know who he is Fights the words in his head Screams he's better off dead Met a punk like you What the fuck you gonna do Point the piece at his eyes You never realized What did you sell your soul for Was it a gun and a bullet and a chance at revenge You got props from your boys on the block A cross to bear that never ends What did you sink so low for Was it the time and the space and the spit in your face Props from the cops and the court A sin you can't erase