Timmy Little - Mason Capguns (Raw Demo Version)

Yea
Get it

Falling off the wagon
While I'm chasing dragons
My dreams too far to chase
So, I been staying stagnant
Like steam upon my face
Yea I been pacing backward
Living blind and shooting blanks
Just like mace and cap guns

Okay
I'm resident evil like Capcom
My threat is for real I'm the damn bomb
Don't care how you feel I'm a bad mom
Barretta is steel, that's a handgun
I'm a three-course meal you a sad lunch
I'm a beast for real you were mad once
I'll punish and kill you were stabbed once
I'm done with these pills I said that once

The way things are going
Has left me here wondering
Why hasn't God pressed delete
Or just smothered me
Don't need no more beef
Or vice to make me weak
Chicken is all I eat
D got a grip on me
Let's go our separate ways
Just like a hooker's legs
Fuck, I can't look away
Like my heads held in place
Spite, cut nose off your face
Kite, I just need some space
Fight, like a bloody face
Night, but it's bright as day

Falling off the wagon
While I'm chasing dragons
My dreams too far to chase
So, I been staying stagnant
Like steam upon my face
Yea I been pacing backward
Living blind and shooting blanks
Just like mace and cap guns

I'm on that next level like platforms
I school all these rappers like at dorms
Yes, I'm reconstructing the rap norm
These rappers be falling like trap doors
Fact is, it's my calling and not yours
And no, I'm not balling like bench warmers
No, I'm not Stalin no dark forces
No, I'm not stalling like horses

The way things are going
Has left me here wondering
Why hasn't Satan pulled my life
From under me
What's to debate
It's like when you hear thunder
Get out the rain
Or you get hit with lightning
Certified terrified
No more, like genocide
Flow more like pesticide
Kill once I get inside
Thrill of it justified
Skillet on high stir fry
Will to die, sacrifice
Slip and die on black ice

Falling off the wagon
While I'm chasing dragons
My dreams too far to chase
So, I been staying stagnant
Like steam upon my face
Yea I been pacing backward
Living blind and shooting blanks
Just like mace and cap guns

Written by:
Timmy Little

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