Lyrics (A)Live - tropes

You told me you'd watch the movie!
Well the only time that the fourth time
We did, was the- was the only time
We did on that first one!
Stop! What is wrong with you?

U-U-Uh, get me on that
Get me on that
I don't wanna see you up in the combat, uh
We gon' shoot him point blank in the sunset
Yeah, we gon' hit that boy like a drum set
Uh, what you know that, what you know that
I have no fucking clue why you're upset
Clappin' on the mark steps
It's beating on your conscience
I would tell you how I know,
But you ain't on that

Uh, yeah, yeah, had a pretty night
'Cause you were there the whole time, you and the city lights
Rifle, hit you like a rifle
Be more time, so hit it like a right bowl

Be time, more time, are you done, sir?
Half time, more time, had to conquer
Baseless information for the concert
Couldn't talk to me one more time for the boss, er

Well, I guess that's more than you could want
And you got no friends, so, moving on
And you ain't got skill, you can't pull it off
But I still feel alive
Yeah, all these great, yeah, things you'll find
Uh, on a page, say, "My life"
I can't base, say I divine
Shell casings on the rise

Uh, yeah, yeah, had a pretty night
'Cause you were there the whole time, you and the city lights
Rifle, hit you like a rifle
Be more time, so hit it like a right bowl

U-U-Uh, get me on that
Get me on that
I don't wanna see you up in the combat, uh
We gon' shoot him point blank in the sunset
Yeah, we gon' hit that boy like a drum set
Uh, what you know that, what you know that
I have no fucking clue why you're upset
Clappin' on the mark steps
It's beating on your conscience
I would tell you how I know, but you ain't on that

What is wrong with you?
Uh, oh wow, yeah, you're so funny.
Mom! She's cursing and she's throwing
Stuff at me!
Stephen!