

(ooh) Gotta getcha
Gotta go
Gotta figya
Gotta gun
Gun gun gun gun gun gun gun gun gun (yeah)
Rocking around
Slugging
Slinging
Pop out my head
My brains on the wall
I can’t let this stall
Bling blank bloom
All over this room
Up down left right
I don’t have any eye sight
Losing my
hearing Fearing
Searing off into a melody of my
own mind
I’ll be fine
Don’t wine
Gun gun gun gun gun gun gun
in my hand I had a plan Now I changed my mind
(oh no)
Gun
in my hand
I had a plan Now I changed my mind