Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Shooter, artist - Jarren Benton. Album song Yuck Fou, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roc Nation
Song language: English
The Shooter |
| I don’t fuck with you or your town |
| Voices in my head going wild |
| Push me to my edge and I die |
| Y’all gon' test me or not, y’all gon' test me or not |
| Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all |
| I hear them talking in the halls |
| They making fun of all my flaws |
| I feel so alone and lost |
| God I hate this fucking school, who made these fucking rules |
| Swear that this ain’t cool, and all this fucking pressure what is there to prove |
| And I am so confused, and I am finna lose it |
| I might flip and OOHH! |
| Probably hurt someone |
| Plus the shit that I get from my mom back at home makes the perfect storm |
| Only thing to bring calm is the percs I’m on |
| Hide the way that I feel play the perfect son |
| When she sleep I take cash out her purse and run and go buy drugs everything |
| just to blow up numb |
| Now it’s back up to school with the jocks I don’t get it |
| Pretentious bitches mind your business |
| I hear your whispers and your disses |
| They call me weird bitch I’m a misfit |
| The homie just passed away |
| And I can’t do class today |
| I’d rather get smashed astray |
| From this place stuck in hell all these bastards fake |
| One more kid call me weird I’ma bash his face |
| All this pain, I might turn to a basket case |
| I don’t fit in so our peers can hate |
| Where the fuck is the God I just ask for faith |
| These voices in my head, they force me to the edge |
| And I am not prepared to make it through the day |
| To many tears i’ve shed, these stresses got me scared |
| It’s best if I was dead |
| My dad ask about my day, I lie and say it was great |
| He don’t know all the shit I take, I just suppress then get high then I drift |
| away |
| I lock myself in my room catch a wave of the tune, of my favorite rapper then I |
| gaze at the moon |
| I dreamt tomorrow shifted, day was a doom |
| Pray I’m left alone and maybe shit’ll be cool man |
| But fuck it, uh |
| I sit here sad for what |
| Sick of being here mad as fuck, I steal the gun from my dad then I pack it up |
| Off to school with the tool, I don’t brag or bluff |
| Fuck around they don’t know that the strap is tucked |
| This for all of the times that they laughed at us |
| I pull out the gun out the bag, think I’ve had enough |
| I tell 'em |
| I don’t fuck with you or your town |
| Voices in my head going wild |
| Push me to my edge and I die |
| Y’all gon' test me or not, y’all gon' test me or not |
| Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 |
| Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 |
| Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 |
| Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 |
| I don’t fuck with you or your town |
| Voices in my head going wild |
| Push me to my edge and I die |
| Y’all gon' test me or not, y’all gon' test me or not |
| Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 |
| Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 |
| Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 |
| Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 |