Testo Jump the Gun - Kamp
Testo della canzone Jump the Gun (Kamp), tratta dall'album CAN'T BE MAD IN HEAVEN
Gave a fuck way too long, hey
Gave a fuck way too long, hah
Gave a fuck way too long, yeah, hey
Gave a fuck way too long, yeah, fuck that
I'm sinking deeper and deeper
Man, I just can't escape
Get this shit out of my head
Open the floodgates
I just wanna start over
Give me a clean slate
These thoughts are becoming dangerous
I can't facilitate
Shit's starting to manifest
Gotta get this shit off my chest
Can't stomach it, I just can't digest
Gotta keep this quiet, suppressed
Talking shit, this trigger don't rest
Always under me, I'm unimpressed
Square to me, I'll lay y'all to rest
Taking shots but I'm bulletproof, no vest
I'm losing my mental
Tooth and nail, I'll put this tool to your dental
Riding the coat tails of my pencil
You pussies could never grapple with the devil
Reaper coming to collect
Keep this gun up in my bed
Keep the sun up on my chest
Why you bother with a vest
Bruh, we coming for your head
It's yellow flags, black snakes, don't tread
No solace, no breaks, no rest
Hella fakes, all cap, no bread
No threat, no straps, no lead
Oh man
Fuck revealing, keep it close to the vests
Fuck feelings, never show em again
Never kneel, never fold, never bend
Kicking this shit 'til the moment I'm canned
Goddamn
Keep the kimber tucked, fill you up with slugs
Hit low like the sub
Get my penny up, lifting dubs
Stash it in the 1's
What you want
Take you kingdom come
Black soul to match the lungs
Trashing tracks for fun
These silly rappers wanna jump the gun
All your dying breaths sound so faint
Every move I make is so vain
Keep my shit clean like Colgate
Wanna make it big like Cobain
You bitches are nothing, no name
Get you chest hair like Rogaine
Man, I might hit you with the Hussein
Your shooters are blinded, no aim
Get you out the picture like some white-out
Talking all that bullshit get you capped out
Walk into the room and now it's light out
Dollars started flowing got me psyched out
Give it two tugs, let it dry fit
Head fulls of clouds, shit is fumigated
Stress make my life seem delegated
Drinking, faded, run it
Gave a fuck way too long, load them semis up
Gave a fuck way too long, load them semis up
How you running from a god, I'mma put it on ya
Ain't no real ones by yo side, but I got plenty of em
Like bitch
Load them semis up
Load them semis up
Load them semis up
Load them semis up
Load them semis up
Load them semis up
Load them semis up
Load them semis up
Yeah
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Writer(s): Draven Stamper
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