Pouya and Ghostemane - 1000 Rounds

Bullets fly, legs buckle
Bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down
We got enough to go around
You fuck with me, yuh, yuh (You fuck with me)
I pull up and make it a scene
(I pull up and make it a scene)
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
Bullets fly, legs buckle
Bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down
We got enough to go around
You fuck with me, yuh, yuh (You fuck with me)
I pull up and make it a scene
(I pull up and make it a scene)
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
(I pull up and bust out the beam)

Throw another one up in the grave
I don't need an AK
Put a double-sided blade in the main vein
Watchin' you leak like a broken pipe
I'm the soft-spoken type but when
I channel the archetype
I cannot speak, only dig deep
Into abysmal depression to find
What I cannot unsee
I'm a fiend for the Secrets of Alchemy
Calculate everything, reincarnated Crowley
Fuck the fame, fuck the drugs
I'm on cloud nine
I meditate, fuck LaVey, you so fake divine
I'll bring you back to life to
Shoot you in your fuckin' face
The Blackmage
Flip the page while I burn sage

Bullets fly, legs buckle
Bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down
We got enough to go around
You fuck with me, yuh, yuh (You fuck with me)
I pull up and make it a scene
(I pull up and make it a scene)
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
Bullets fly, legs buckle
Bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down
We got enough to go around
You fuck with me, yuh, yuh (You fuck with me)
I pull up and make it a scene
(I pull up and make it a scene)
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
(I pull up and bust out the beam)

So many people all around me
Yet I feel so alone i'm a dead man walkin'
Zombies singin' my song
You want that fuck you music? Go
Blow your brains out to it florida's finest
You'll find us inside that broke down hoopty
People in front of my face but they really
Wanna bust a hole in my back
I been on go for a minute but they
Really wanna move me off of my track
Yeah, I got a bitch but I still got
A thousand nasty hoes on my sack
Underground Underdog
A hunnid racks flexin' but still
Roam with the rats

Bullets fly, legs buckle
Bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down
We got enough to go around
You fuck with me, yuh, yuh (You fuck with me)
I pull up and make it a scene
(I pull up and make it a scene)
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
Bullets fly, legs buckle
Bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down
We got enough to go around
You fuck with me, yuh, yuh (You fuck with me)
I pull up and make it a scene
(I pull up and make it a scene)
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
(I pull up and bust out the beam)

Written by:
CRISTIAN PALMA, ERIC WHITNEY, KEVIN POUYA

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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