Letras
My feet take me places
Momma wouldn't be so proud of
My head lands in spaces
I just can't get myself out of
Both my hands are tied
No fingers left to point i'm out of
I'm running out of bullets bullets bullets
I'm running out of
Hand me a full clip I need to reload
Get me a target to practice on
Talking is bullshit, show me the money
Let me hold something more tangible
Yeah, the kids they had to do a little finding out
On their own to figure what it's all about
And still to this day I can't tell you a thing
My feet take me places
Momma wouldn't be so proud of
My head lands in spaces
I just can't get myself out of
Both my hands are tied
No fingers left to point i'm out of
I'm running out of bullets bullets bullets
I'm running out of