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Gonzo Salamanca
Gonzo Salamanca
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Romain Tassan
Romain Tassan
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These streets are cold and grim Always carry a little something loaded underneath that classy coat, on the way Ain't planning to get along Ain't looking to get acclaimed Imma keep bodies dropping like winter snow on a December early morning And if you wake up alive I know your first thought is mine I'm living rent-free in your head until the day I free you with a bullet to the head To hell with honor in this town Bury them with it in the ground (Whatever happens) Don't ever let them see you comin' There ain't no low blow, just ask around Honourable men never keep their crown (But whatever happens) Don't spill your blood on my shirt (yeah) (Cause whatever happens) I'll make sure it keeps on flowing I was born on a blood moon's night When the blizzard's coming, you can hear me whisper in the wind The fog sets in, the lights are dimmed Don't bother locking the door or taking your pills It's not in your head if my shadow's crawling on your walls And leaves a death mark on your skin To hell with honor in this town Bury them with it in the ground (Whatever happens) Don't ever let them see you comin' There ain't no low blow, just ask around Honourable men never keep their crown (But whatever happens) Don't spill your blood on my shirt (yeah) (Cause whatever happens) I'll make sure it keeps on flowing You know I got no room in my heart The devil already has it all Forgive me, babe, if I can't fall in love And forgive me, Father I'd rather die a blade than a Bible in my hand Just like Django I've learned to kill before I could read, my friend Innocent and guilty, I don't care I'm sending them all straight to fucking hell Bring me an army, I'll send you back a thousand million heads To hell with honor in this town Bury them with it in the ground (Whatever happens) Don't ever let them see you comin' There ain't no low blow, just ask around Honourable men never keep their crown (But whatever happens) Don't spill your blood on my shirt (yeah) (Cause whatever happens) I'll make sure it keeps on flowing (Cause whatever happens) I got to hunt them all down
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