Shotgun کے بول

I passed by the city lights They all seem to see me and smile Maybe the smoke, maybe the pills They're all messing with my mind This cursed world eats the weak I thought I should have warn ya' Your vital space isn't the same As your mental paranoia I gotta breakaway (shotgun!) You could never understand (reload!) I gotta breakaway (shotgun!) You could never understand We do it like we're in a Stallone's movie With a virtual reality headset It's in all newspapers and on TV My army has a incredible mech-sex Humiliated, humiliated Sticky fingers for some junk food But I prefer to live my life Baby, rather to write it down to I gotta breakaway (shotgun!) You could never understand (reload!) I gotta breakaway (shotgun!) You could never understand