Tsu Surf - Loaded Gun lyrics

(Intro) 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 relapsing The streets keep calling, bang sponsored links There's no time for talking. (Verse) So what you wanan 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 tryina cap soon 'Cause this buzz big and this hat blue. So many answers in this cat suit 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, force 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 shoulda took a left, made the wrong right. And still tryna right wrongs Should 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 Or sh**, we don't care to ask If I close my eyes and let it go I probably won't hear the blast. (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 relapsing The streets keep calling, bang There's no time for talking. (Verse) 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 pop, 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 tryna 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) 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 relapsing The streets keep calling, bang There's no time for talking.