Wire Magic Bullet
It's fighting murder, inside of the shoreline
Sense of ...never taste it before
Fell through the floor, I hit my ceiling
Out of my debt, on my head
Cloud couple lands was clearly in few
My magic bullet was bloats and the blues
Fell through the floor, bounced off the ceiling
Both through the door, out of my head
...motion through my wind
Away to move through the mound of dislike
Throw myself out, on to your bald sense
Down what y'all did was in self defense
Fel through the floor, I hit my ceiling
Out of my debt, on my head
Out of my debt, on my head
Out of my debt, on my head
Out of my debt, on my head
Believe me, well I'm
Out of my debt, on my head
Out of my debt, on my head
Out of my debt, on my head
Well I'm
Out of my debt, on my head
Out of my debt, on my head
Out of my debt, on my head
Believe me
Out of my debt, on my head.
