Mike Zombie - Loaded Gun lyrics

[Lu Jerz] Loaded gun Bang bang bang Bang bang bang [Hook] Feels like a loaded gun, bang Loaded gun, loaded gun Aiming right, bang Aiming right at my head Loaded gun, bang Loaded gun, loaded gun Firing up, bang, at my head Walking through life Not really knowing what's gonna happen Living in fear, in fear of me relapsin' The streets keep calling, bang There's no time for talking [Tsu Surf] So what you wanna know first? These streets or these d**, which one is worse? Well, damn, sh**, this is a cold world Could only prop a n***a right for a warm hearse I know, so many n***as trying to cap Tsu Cause this buzz big and this hat blue So many answers in this capsule At the point where I'm feeling like I have to Well, ever felt you wanna get away? Man, I hate when that happens and sh** Cause you feel the same way when you back from the trip But f**ing with the same vice or getting back with the b**h Dark room, thoughts, weed Demons spread from nothing but sweat Thinking, thinking like French kissing the fifth, right? Right, or maybe Russian roulette Four thorns break to a part Couple blunts, but I swear I bought more to spark It'll be a long night. Think I should've took a left, made the wrong right and still trying to right wrongs sh**, these troubles seem life long Survive or try to paint pictures daily as Pica**o Grandma pray, and I don't But I'm here so it's working, sh**, it gotta be How can something I give so much to Still wanna take a lot of me? sh**, we don't dare to ask, oh sh**, we don't care to ask If I close my eyes and let it go I probably won't hear the blast [Hook] [Joe Budden] Thinking what am I here for, sometimes a n***a feel dead Thinking what do I care for, just a f**ed up pill head Nothing left, can't share more, just know a n***a tried, Lord But an old addicts, old habits Give another meaning to the term 'Vice Lord' And I still ain't spoke to my pops We should have handled this much sooner Don't agree with me, just be with me After all I'm still your junior Look, got two trying to make me choose They don't get this sh** cut close If I could ever tell him the truth I might say I'm in love with both And that can't be the answer, no, gotta go see grandpa I'm up here fighting with broads He down South fighting with cancer And I can't make that same mistake That I made years ago with grandma Gotta put my career on hold And go see him while I still got the chance to Stained by what I can't do, this pain substantial And a millionaire couldn't come and solve it No, this debt ain't financial More like a loaded gun, and these thoughts keep stalking I'm caught in between a war of words What's worse is I'm the only one talking [Hook]