Testo 7 - Old Gun
Testo della canzone 7 (Old Gun), tratta dall'album Seven Tales and Old Gun (feat. Seven Tales)
This is real
This the real deal
I've been lonely since Mike bit Holyfield
And I'm searching the Holy Grail
And I think I found it in the bottom of an oatmeal
It's been in my cabinet since I was little
Right under my nose like some fucked up riddle
An escape room and i'm playing second fiddle
A younger brother complex but i'm stuck in the middle
At a crossroads of sorts
And I'd do anything to see the Stockton Ports
Every night I cruise March Lane in my brain
Starving myself like David Blaine
Truth is i'm just sick of eating the same fucking thing
I know I said I was coming out there last year
But I haven't been up to it since I put my dog out to the pasture
It seems like the older we get life just gets faster
I'm fucking sick of it
There's no time to remaster
If I hear one more person talk about Jesus I'm gonna freak out
And you're not even gonna want your microphone cable back
You'll never even ask how the kids are
It'll just be too akward
I bet if I just passed by Lodi I'd see you at one of two crossroads
That's where we used to drink Nos
That's where we all ran from the cops and only I got caught
I remember sleeping in a box thinking it was fun
Man what the fuck were we on
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Writer(s): Michael Miller
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