CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Gun It

Pretty face, still a Boondock Saint
Get the strap and the names of the rapists and snakes
Bullet buffet, you demons all get a taste
People start to panic 'cause they think I'm going manic
Connor and Murphy MacManus
We can all go bananas
Bullets to their kneecaps, I knew they couldn't stand us
People talking tough, still can't wreck me
Hitting my page is the only time that they press me
A boss in my city
Like A.I. in Philly
I keep it clean with the lyrics but every syllable's filthy
Bipolar is a beast for me
No chance of beating mе
At war with the thoughts I think
And it happens constantly
You're not my tеacher, so you better quit testing me
Cancel culture just got canceled out by destiny
Idolize your idol, pray to God that it's not me
Tank in neutral is the only time that I'm idling
Manic in mania, just know that I love it
I jump in and gun it
Zero to Indy 500
Just know that we're coming...
Yeah, just know that we're coming...