This is a song about "Harrison likes bass guitars"

Your mind likes, robbing you of the spotlight

Cause another innocent died

Just put your hand on the glass

I mean turn up the bass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

I feel they praisin too much

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

Is it possible that i can be up in the likes

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Shit this bass-ackwards hit list fills itself still no eye witness

I hit these little bitches dirty like james harrison

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done