笨小笨Livid， Pt. 2歌词由JAN-MARC演唱，出自专辑《When It Hits..》，下面是《Livid， Pt. 2》完整版歌词！
Livid， Pt. 2歌词完整版
Livid, Pt. 2
演唱：J€AN-MARC
作词：Jean-marc villon
作曲：Jean-marc villon
Well, I'm gonna do, you know, he's my only child. I have no one now.
A man is killed in a shooting on the West Side. His mother has now lost all.
Of her children to gun violence. All of her children to gun violence.
A mother's anguish topping our news this half hour. Shirley Chambers has a heartbreaking perspective on the gun violence that is plaguing the Chicago area.
Woke well, clocking back my Glock back. His face embraces him. There's exit wheel through the back. You see me? So you see Black Death filling there. Here. So the aroma.
I check for a post, maybe sticking to a coma. I'm never in the war, but we can like some soldiers. I'm never in the war, but the guns on my shoulder, bulletproof best my bullet shoes, head, my attitude gets in the way, makes mess get no more when the turn going over ain't flexing nice, but you're feeling cold shoulder. Told you twice is driving up. So but tabs inside now I feel like Mars rubber tabs thing twice but the ones over is the ones that will never grow older lift to give to be the Emma spirit preaching at the messenger, the wreck to shoot weapons under children up to heaven, whether any type of blessings, only bullet, shell cases, all these ambulance races, all the felony cases.
No, I'm better off feeding this bullet through my cavity cuz people switching on you like the drugs in my anatomy. Clock getting back. Rod locks back. His face embraces impact. There's exhibles through the back. You see me till you see Black. Death to the mare, his soldier. My eyeshed for a post. Me just looking to a coma. I'm never in the world but we can the next children. I'm never in the world but the guns my shoulder bang.
Only thing I'm saying, Orchestra of Arsene knows that Paterson was prey is a date by day, the year for their burners at Third Tang, they're raised by the labels from in the blakedos that drunk up and living is on the way people be making and banking up pay then leave that right that show home for another shutter brother Lisa, coverage from his mother.
Do we quit him with the heater packing 9 millimeters? Looking right in the mirror thing and looking his features truck game bug lane freezing on another cuz the roadkill don't spill if it will come once you refill wisdom under covered in a flow.
So coaching to weather winning summer blow. Oh, girls going slow mo. I'm suppressing all the feelings that the people pass the sailor reminisce about the vision of the children not living. Written is written that minus predicting. I'm switching from kindling to cutting my victims. Y'all wishing y'all missing out fishing like children.
We raising the pill while the devil looks was trying to Foo. Who are you trying to fool when we cooperate with this? Keep scoring, Sean. If you loosen your tool. Misusing constitution the second mm. And I'm using the truth. You're removing the tooth when your buddy own bullet from yo tool you pack into you just the dough losing the use in this crucial thing moment.
What happened to truth from opposing opponents? What happened that cops out the they can donate adoption default today only maiming at 12 when they bring in this hell, when they kill him, I'll be hunter. Pretend I'll be slaughtering.
Switching rapper to butcher, but sparing that pace that go focus on hooker. Clocking back unlocks back his face and race season back. There's exit goes through. Look back. You see me too. You see Black Nesty when there is so near from my check for a custom decision, I'm never in the world, but we can get some soldiers. I'm never in the world. And bend my shoulder.
