Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song .38 Airweight , by - Doomtree. Song from the album All Hands, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.04.2015
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
.38 Airweight |
| Bernie Goetz, I been thinkin bout Bernie Goetz |
| Bang, hit deck |
| D.B. |
| Cooper and EasyJet |
| Bang, go west find me a place that time forgets |
| Bang, check out with the best |
| Get rest in a real way |
| Hangin off the chain back against the frame off the wall |
| Cut against the grain rub everything raw call it off |
| Come and get me mane number still the same give a call |
| Prolly let it rang playin a different game kill em all |
| Sinking ships, I’ve been thinking about sinking ships |
| Big risk, pink slips, point missed |
| Blame, I’ve been looking for someone to blame |
| Campaigns, big banks, close aim, point blank, bang |
| Flag raised out the barrel end reads you can’t win it means you can’t win |
| Bang, I’ve been looking for a new escape |
| Probably best if I burrow in opt out not cop out |
| I’m just trying to carve my slice but the game played is knives out |
| and there ain’t nowhere hide so I guess it’s time |
| No more taking the bait straight- laced complacent restraint |
| Got my wrists bent where they can’t lift up |
| let me counter with this not with a whimper, with a bang |
| Bang |
| Hangin off the chain back against the frame off the wall |
| Cut against the grain rub everything raw call it off |
| Come and get me mane number still the same give a call |
| Prolly let it rang playin a different game kill em all |
| Yeah, vaguest threats I been thinkin bout Bernie Goetz |
| Charley Bronson, lay em wet |
| I been thinkin bout pulling out heart from chest plate, laid waste |
| I been thinkin bout saving face |
| I been thinkin my saving grace is claiming spaces and escaping |
| Slip slip slip in smoke and self-erasing |
| Not a trace, not a sketch etched in opal, held in place |
| Bang, I been thinkin bout safe |
| I been thinkin bout motives |
| I been runnin in place |
| Bang |
| Loaded, I’ve been drinking I’m loaded |
| consequences eroded, yeah I’m on the fence and they know it |
| all them politics have been quoted |
| ain’t gonna call it quits or decode it |
| alright—all my chips will be thrown in sack of shit, I’m reloaded |
| Shots ring off in the distance, make no difference |
| driving in a car but there ain’t no engine on instincts gone, instant song |
| it’s been a long and winey road |
| Oh and the bottle’s half gone and the throttle ain’t responding no plans no |
| land so… |
| Grown Man Syndrome, ex-Planeteer |
| you could grow out or grow up, just outlast your peers |
| and the children of the corn syrup got em by the ears |
| walk behind the fields, all the dreams reflect your fears |
| Ain’t nothing else but pull the belt spread the wealth but who dusts the shelf? |
| Hell to pay but it sells itself |
| I ordered paradise |
| Born and raised without the help |
| Now it’s shorter days, I couldn’t tell flawed in all the ways, bottle holidays |
| spend some time on myself |
| Pop quiz hot shot, quick fixer-upper |
| another notch and lock stock—bang you’s a sucker |
| Blame it on my nature but I learned it from my mother |
| tattoos on my hands replace the lines inside my palms, gone |
| De-anxietized, heavy metal weighted joints play the parts but I’ll pace my |
| points |
| back to the crowd and I face the noise |
| Homebase, chase the ghost, nothing’s never safe |
| I made a stick into a gun and stared right at the sun |
| Bang |
| Hangin off the chain back against the frame off the wall |
| Cut against the grain rub everything raw call it off |
| Come and get me mane number still the same give a call |
| Prolly let it rang playin a different game kill em all |