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• Artiste: Years Spent Cold
• Titre: Toy Soldier
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Lock and load, the words of a man With no gun in hand, who loads his bullets backwards I gave you shelter, the bills piled higher I hid from your past and this is how you return the favor Paybacks a bitch motherfucker, when the lies get deeper And you're brought out in the open You hide in your cave, till this very day but you can still hear my words from 400 miles away The rat in the wolfpack I can't believe we didn't sniff you out sooner And brand you as a traitor A born again mountain man runs away from something he claimed to be but couldn't make the cut The hunter is the hunted, there's nowhere left to run From the warlords on your doorstep 37 ain't, you're nothing but a fake, you're banished from the kingdom We took you in, when you were on the run Paid you're fuckin debts and labeled you as one time's out, the hit is on only retribution is the spilling of your blood Honor, respect are nothing but nickel and dime words to you cover your tracks cause you're dead to me shedding blood you were never meant to be honor, respect are nothing but nickel and dime words to you (Thanks to Micah for these lyrics)