Текст песни Stuntman - Gat$

I got so much on my mind
I mean
I've been thinking about death a lot
But it's like
How can you look at me
And not think God exists?
Notes to myself
Aye hold up
Aye, okay
Aye, okay
Aye, okay
We ain't there yet
Yeah
Okay
Okay
Okay
Look, aye (yeah!)
Look, aye (yeah!)
Stuntman, stuntman
I crash alone I'm the gunman
I crash alone I'm the gunman
Stone cold, I'm the one man
Stuntman, stuntman
Strap on my lap like Pillman
Top rope with the dope, Van Damme
Coast to coast like I'm Van Dam (yeah?)
Stuntman, stuntman
I crash alone I'm the gunman (whoo, whoo!)
I crash alone I'm the gunman (whoo, whoo!)
I crash it
I crash it
I crash it
I crash it
Ay, okay
I might break my momma heart if I jump
Okay
But how the shit really gon' hurt if I land how I want?
Okay
Fuck I look like reaching out and ask a nigga for some help?
Okay
You already know that a nigga do all his own stunts! Okay
Lets get it!
Imposter syndrome all in my brain
The biggest opp is the nigga I'm playing
Stunt double, I got too many chains
Acting out, nigga look at my range
If I sell out I get two of them thangs
All these doubts is playing out in my mind
Did I give too much shine just chasing the grind?
Am I wasting my time?
Man look at my life
Hold up
I leave it all up on the line, hol' up
A nigga give it all every time, hol' up
I'm too good just to go open, hol' up
All these drugs got a nigga floating, hol' up
Don't call me if the pussy ain't soaking, hol' up
Who cares if a nigga heart is broken? Hol' up
I been outside, bring the dope in, hol' up
Yeah, okay, okay!
Stuntman, stuntman (yeah!)
I crash alone I'm the gunman (yeah!)
I crash alone I'm the gunman (yeah!)
Stone cold, I'm the one man (yeah!)
Stuntman, stuntman (yeah!)
Strap on my lap like Pillman (yeah!)
Stuntman, stuntman (yeah!)
I crash alone I'm the gunman (yeah!)
I crash alone I'm the gunman (yeah!)
Stone cold, I'm the one man (yeah!)
Stuntman, stuntman (yeah!)
Strap on my lap like Pillman (yeah!)
Top rope with the dope like I'm Van Damme (yeah!)
Coast to coast like I'm Van, fuck it! (yeah!)
Perc Angle, nigga hit the bean like (woah!)
Hurricane Helms, yeah I got the green light (woah!)
Too many nights puffing on the green like (woah!)
Live my life on the big screen nigga I'm (woah!)
Highlight reel this is real life (woah!)
That pussy good baby tell me what that feel like (woah!)
Jeff Hardy with a ladder, never back down (woah!)
This blick kick like Mick, better back down (woah!)
Omega, '21 all these straps round (woah!)
Big fist all lit like it's Smackdown (woah!)
Back off on a bump I'm too lit now (woah!)
Back off from the slump, getting rich now (woah!)
Went crazy in Dallas
Went crazy in Queens
Went crazy in Boston
What did it cost him?
Look at my belt
My nigga I'm flossing
You can't accost him
I been a problem
Get in the booth and I crash
Leave the board on feeling on fire like
Foley thru the wire
Got accolades all over the shelf
I'm committed to a job that's killing myself, okay
Near death like I'm feeling myself
I don't really know a nigga as real as myself
All this work can convert to some wealth
Hope a nigga alive to see it myself, okay

Stuntman, stuntman
I crash alone I'm the gunman
I crash alone I'm the gunman
Stone cold, I'm the one man
Stuntman, stuntman
Strap on my lap like Pillman
Top rope with the dope, Van Damme
Coast to coast like I'm Van Dam