Grime

We're lying in a minefield of dreams
 We count those sheep as they scream
 They never made it over the fence
 With each noble attempt, we just sat there conscious
 Been the longest, sleepless few years ever
 Defeat feels beautiful together
 The breeze feels suitable to weather
 So for better or worse is working for the better
 And we never, ever gave our letters away
 Just gained some pleasure from the pain
 We ate some veterans for fame
 We aim with the heart, and we never miss the target
 And we're playing in the dark with the archers
 The robbers, the honor, the?
 Never turn the lights on? fight long, nights wrong
 Moves lose battles when the sun is down, look around
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 So look it down, go look down the barrel
 Look what you found, the bang for the buckshot
 The ricochets graze, the blood drops
 So go ahead and look it down
 Look down the barrel of the? gun
 Look what you found
 You got no more face
 So when the hot sun's setting on a shotgun wedding
 I will not tie the knot where the shots come heading
 At my head, I will not be caught dead
 Walking off to my bed with a death threat
 We got no time to take orders
 It just ain't in the cards when your self-made
 No time for an angel on a shoulder
 We got to make room for the barrel of a 12 gauge?
 I wasn't unsure, I was just waiting for the rupture
 It never came, so we're playing with thunder
 Now we hungry for slumber, we're out and we're hunting
 Some thousand-something pounds that are coming
 The? and run 'em up, now we'll shut 'em up
 Proudly pucker up and throw them all kiss
 For kicks, prevail and jot it down quick
 And we'll holler that shit, we'll bottle that shit up
 We'll model? up, go bottom up, flip out
 So get out your gun, ma, let off a couple rounds
 And all these outlaws know we don't fuck around
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