Bad Wolves - Officer Down

"911, what's your emergency?"
Pull the trigger on this nigga, let's go

I'm sayin' hands up, don't shoot
And no finger on the trigger, ain't afraid to shoot
You wanted me to tell you, you ain't seen a motherfucker undercover I don't fuck with you
Fists up, drop the gun
That's the price you've gotta pay
Good or bad, supposed to dig in the past
When shit gets hard, don't say

Another case and acquittal, another wife turned a widow
Whoa, whoa (Hands up, don't shoot, hands up, don't shoot)
Another heart breaks a little, a child left in the middle
Whoa, whoa (Hands up, don't shoot, hands up)
Another officer down

I see them lights flash, hit the gas
Nobody wants to hear this round
Do you want me to tell you, you ain't seen a motherfucker that has ever been scared to live
Just slam brakes, count the cash
Now is this pop patrol
The double stance does not advance the one in control

Another case and acquittal, another wife turned a widow
Whoa, whoa (Hands up, don't shoot, hands up, don't shoot)
Another heart breaks a little, a child left in the middle
Whoa, whoa (Hands up, don't shoot, hands up)
Another officer down

Fuck your life up
Pull that fucking trigger, let's go

Another case and acquittal, another wife turned a widow
Whoa, whoa (Hands up, don't shoot, hands up, don't shoot)
Another heart breaks a little, a child left in the middle
Whoa, whoa (Hands up, don't shoot, hands up)
Another officer down
Another officer

Written by:
Tommy Vext, John Boecklin, Doc Coyle, Chris Cain, Kyle Konkiel

Publisher:
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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