paroles de chanson Infinight - Ouija Macc

Hol' up yeah
Hol' up
Hol' up
Bitch ima shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
I'ma shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
I'ma shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
I'ma shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
Hol' up
What have I become?
What have I become?
Nothing into one what I always was
Broken and undone
Nothing into one what I always was
What have I become?
Know what time it is
Daylight never come
Got no bullets left, shot them at the sun
Got no bullets left, shot them at the sun
Got no bullets left, shot them at the sun
You don't exist to me
You don't exist to me
Life is a vision, a filthy epiphany
I don't exist I'm the ghost of a mystery
Layin' on the floor when it's sticky and Slippery
This is my eulogy, this is my elegy
Tired of everyone
Tired of everything
Tired of tiredness
Sick of the sickness that lives in my brain And it's eating my energy
Hol' my glock to my mouth, let my dome P op
On the kitchen floor where I rot at the Doorstep
Forced with that course like it's dope, that Shit so hot
Speaking of hot
I want the sun off my block
Everyone hol' up your glock
Alright now, everybody pay attention
On the count of three we're gonna shoot Out the sun
One, two, three
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
I'ma shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
I'ma shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
I'ma shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
Hol' up
What have I become?
What have I become?
Nothing into one what I always was
Broken and undone
Nothing into one what I always was
What have I become?
Know what time it is
Daylight never come
Got no bullets left, shot them at the sun
Got no bullets left, shot them at the sun
Got no bullets left, shot them at the sun
Look what you did to me
Look what you did to me
Nothing is sickening
You ain't do shit to me
You are not meant to be in my vicinity
Fuck all your energy
You don't mean anything
I feel like everything
I feel like emptying seventeen clips of my Agony
Seventeen lips of my fathers to dazzle Me
You are anatomy
I put my flesh and the tears and they mad At me
Won't let the spirits abandon me
Look what the spirits laid out for me
These boys ain't joining no punk band
But I turned them all into casualties
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun
Bitch I'ma shoot out the sun