Utility: Features 1/1 digitally signed album cover art
Special note: I don't condone gun violence. The lyrics are speaking metaphorically about art. I want to paint the city with my character, my vibrance and my expression.
Lyrics:
I reminisce about my childhood
Trying to make it make sense (sense)
Thinking back to how my mind swirled
Trying to process what it meant
Didn’t sign up for the lies, world
Look what happened, what they sent
Was going up, on a Tuesday,
Woke me up, it was dooms day
Something different in the fumes..
Trying to grasp all the mood swangs
I got my own set of rules, cus these broken schools only teach to lose
Mama, mama, wanna be a gangster, tryna make the news
City hot, I gotta make a move, aint he hot or not gotta lot to prove
(BRIDGE)
Trouble child, trouble child,
Now don’t you settle down on the moon
Now don’t you settle down on the moon
(CHORUS)
Anyway,
I’m a bastard stuck on a blood hunt
Chasing the moon, cant wait for the suns up
Shooting out, pointing the guns up
On The Edge
Thinking bout painting the city red
Mama, dont
Mama, dont
Mama, dont
Say Mama, dont worry
Anyway
I’m a bastard stuck on a blood hunt
Chasing the moon, cant wait for the suns up
Shooting out, pointing the guns up
On the edge
Thinking bout painting the city red
Mama, dont
Mama, dont
Mama, dont
Say Mama, dont worry
(VERSE 2)
I know
Misery is cut throat
Seen it through the gun smoke
They can’t match the gusto
And I feel acid rain
Falling on my head top
Dripping down these dread locs
Think I hit my sweet spot
So I cannot complain
This is what i’m meant for
Spice the uneventful,
Seen it in my dreams, made me believe, but wasn’t simple
Now its got me sea sick
Floating through the deep end
Washing out the demons
(BRIDGE)
Trouble child, trouble child,
Now don’t you settle down on the moon.
(CHORUS)
Anyway,
I’m a bastard stuck on a blood hunt
Chasing the moon, cant wait for the suns up
Shooting out, pointing the guns up
On The Edge
thinking bout painting the city red
Mama, dont
Mama, dont
Mama, dont
Say Mama, dont worry
Anyway,
I’m a bastard stuck on a blood hunt
Chasing the moon, cant wait for the suns up
Shooting out, pointing the guns up
On The Edge
thinking bout painting the city red
Mama, dont
Mama, dont
Mama, dont
Say Mama, dont worry
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Written by Ramsay Almighty
Produced by Pilotkid & 8een
Mixed by Ty Danelley
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