Captain WildChild - Dry Run (feat. Chris Power)

Meet me at the pile on
Baby we can die alone
Sleeping with the dial tone
Seeking more than a mild stone

I wear your flies on me
A walking city
Tox results found No pity (get it right)
Blood on my hips
Gave it all to a dry run
Pass me a cliff
I'm over lookin' at horizons

Over lookin' like I tried once
Over actin' like I had a side
Once upon a time back when time was on my side
Once, yeah
Designs like great expect ya
Desires of a pup

Playin who gun' crash first?
Me or the Crown Vic?
Por que no los dos?
Me on the ground sick
Blood on my hips
Gave it all to a dry run
Pass me a cliff
I'm over lookin' at horizons

Skid mark smoking in the night sun
'Must be some kinda mistake!' proclaimed the pipe bomb
Born dollar bidder
Bet the price wrong
So take ya lil' deep breath
Stick it up your lightbulb

The walls gun make up they own truth
Like new love sneakin' to the phonebooth
Blood on my hips Gave it all to a dry run
Pass me a cliff
I'm over lookin' at horizons

Tag! You're IP
Dirty in them high jeans
Mighta spit me out
But you gon still taste the high beams
Piss & vinegar IVs
Hopes dashed on a bye week
Dashed on a bi me
Ash catchin' a cold shoulder
Low roll with the high speak
Yeah

Last call we often break up
Eight balls going AWOL like I aint down with this shake?
I'm talkin' blood on my hips
Gave it all to a dry run
Pass me a cliff
I'm over lookin' at horizons

Fry that livewire
Liar liar trust
Fuck a pan
I'm handmade for the fire sale
Name brand with no priors
Neon nihilist
The ultraviolust
B-broken stylish
Ch-choking finalists out they demands before they piles up
Yeah

Written by:
Chris Power

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