Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Loaded Gun, artist - Tsu SurfDate of issue: 06.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Loaded Gun |
| Loaded gun… |
| Bang bang bang… |
| Bang bang bang… |
| Feels like a loaded gun, bang |
| Loaded gun, loaded gun |
| Aiming right, bang |
| Aiming right at my head |
| Loaded gun, bang |
| Loaded gun, loaded gun |
| Firing up, bang, at my head |
| Walking through life |
| Not really knowing what’s gonna happen |
| Living in fear, in fear of me relapsin' |
| The streets keep calling, bang |
| There’s no time for talking |
| So what you wanna know first? |
| These streets or these drugs, which one is worse? |
| Well, damn, shit, this is a cold world |
| Could only prop a nigga right for a warm hearse |
| I know, so many niggas trying to cap Tsu |
| Cause this buzz big and this hat blue |
| So many answers in this capsule |
| At the point where I’m feeling like I have to |
| Well, ever felt you wanna get away? |
| Man, I hate when that happens and shit |
| Cause you feel the same way when you back from the trip |
| But fucking with the same vice or getting back with the bitch |
| Dark room, thoughts, weed |
| Demons spread from nothing but sweat |
| Thinking, thinking like French kissing the fifth, right? |
| Right, or maybe Russian roulette |
| Four thorns break to a part |
| Couple blunts, but I swear I bought more to spark |
| It’ll be a long night. |
| Think I should’ve took a left, made the wrong right and |
| still trying to right wrongs |
| Shit, these troubles seem life long |
| Survive or try to paint pictures daily as Picasso |
| Grandma pray, and I don’t |
| But I’m here so it’s working, shit, it gotta be |
| How can something I give so much to |
| Still wanna take a lot of me? |
| Shit, we don’t dare to ask, oh shit, we don’t care to ask |
| If I close my eyes and let it go I probably won’t hear the blast |
| Feels like a loaded gun, bang |
| Loaded gun, loaded gun |
| Aiming right, bang |
| Aiming right at my head |
| Loaded gun, bang |
| Loaded gun, loaded gun |
| Firing up, bang, at my head |
| Walking through life |
| Not really knowing what’s gonna happen |
| Living in fear, in fear of me relapsin' |
| The streets keep calling, bang |
| There’s no time for talking |
| Thinking what am I here for, sometimes a nigga feel dead |
| Thinking what do I care for, just a fucked up pill head |
| Nothing left, can’t share more, just know a nigga tried, Lord |
| But an old addicts, old habits |
| Give another meaning to the term 'Vice Lord' |
| And I still ain’t spoke to my pops |
| We should have handled this much sooner |
| Don’t agree with me, just be with me |
| After all I’m still your junior |
| Look, got two trying to make me choose |
| They don’t get this shit cut close |
| If I could ever tell him the truth |
| I might say I’m in love with both |
| And that can’t be the answer, no, gotta go see grandpa |
| I’m up here fighting with broads |
| He down South fighting with cancer |
| And I can’t make that same mistake |
| That I made years ago with grandma |
| Gotta put my career on hold |
| And go see him while I still got the chance to |
| Stained by what I can’t do, this pain substantial |
| And a millionaire couldn’t come and solve it |
| No, this debt ain’t financial |
| More like a loaded gun, and these thoughts keep stalking |
| I’m caught in between a war of words |
| What’s worse is I’m the only one talking |
| Feels like a loaded gun, bang |
| Loaded gun, loaded gun |
| Aiming right, bang |
| Aiming right at my head |
| Loaded gun, bang |
| Loaded gun, loaded gun |
| Firing up, bang, at my head |
| Walking through life |
| Not really knowing what’s gonna happen |
| Living in fear, in fear of me relapsin' |
| The streets keep calling, bang |
| There’s no time for talking |