By the water, au revoir to my audience
Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?
Silicone bitches got the confidence
Not caring for lives, only profit and guns
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
Fake people who waste space and shot guns
But for long time i had gone cold
Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.
Turn money into diamonds and gold
After every show, a dream she hold
Get off a key like i can’t sing
Guns blazing, hells raising
Hand to hand in the cold
Bitch i'm delivering gold,
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