Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rod Dawson
Rod Dawson
Songwriter
wayne klingman
wayne klingman
Songwriter

Lyrics

Never ever gonna run again
Walk fast but I won't stand
Tried to fly but I can't land
10 hits from the dead fam
In the dirt call it black sand
Trippin hard its face slam
I'm alive but I'm livin grim
Goin hard but I feel sick
Talk shit leave your body stiff
Red dead on my right hip
Not dead but in the cript
I'm in the wild Wild West
But I was born in the south
Real foul mouth kid
I'll call that Bitch boy out
I'm like the punk john Lennyn
But I look strung out
I be grave yard chillin
Or serving packs in the crowd
But I might jump in the pit
To stomp you out
Or I might run up in yo crib
And spray yo bitch ass down
I'm real low life
Bitch
I come from from the ground
Black sand in the woom
Y'all Had to clean that out
Never ever ganna run again
Walk fast but I won't stand
Tried to fly but I can't land
10 hits from the dead fam
In the dirt call it black sand
Trippin hard its face slam
I'm alive but I'm livin grim
Goin hard but I feel sick
Talk shit leave your body stiff
Red dead on my right hip
Not dead but in the cript
Wild Wild West
Born in the south
Foul mouth kid
Bitch boy out
Punk john Lennyn
Look strung out
Grave yard chillin
Serving packs in the crowd
But I might jump in the pit
To stomp you out
Or I might run up in yo crib
And spray yo bitch ass down
I'm real low life
Bitch
I come from from the ground
Black sand in the woom
Y'all Had to clean that out
Written by: Rod Dawson, wayne klingman
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