Letras
Put the blame on me
Playin' Russian Roulette
With a Glock 19
Let's see what the odds do there
I like to close my eyes when I get behind the wheel
It makes me feel alive when I hear the tires squeal
Pussy boy pop rock
Take yo' shit kickers off
Punch him right in his jaw
Don't say shit about the law
Pussy boy pop rock
They said get a fucking job
Told me all the things I'm not, all the list said was LOST
Push my limit, push it back
Hundred laps around the track
Think I'm dying but I can't
Know that death is all I lack
Feel the fire in your heart
Make excuses not to start
If it rolls then push the car
Drop the clutch, don't brake at all
I'd do anything to have 10 digis by my name
I'd do anything to feel the sun even when it rains
Keep the gun from by my brain, only on my night stand
You can keep the 40 hoes, my ring on my left hand
Gibberish
Stupid bitch
Put the blame on me
Playin' Russian Roulette
With a Glock 19
Let's see what the odds do there
I like to close my eyes when I get behind the wheel
It makes me feel alive when I hear the tires squeal
Pussy boy pop rock
Take yo' shit kickers off
Punch him right in his jaw
Don't say shit about the law
Pussy boy pop rock
They said get a fucking job
Told me all the things I'm not, all the list said was LOST