Loaded Gun - Tyler Hilton

I really love you, baby I love what you've got Let's get together, we can get hot No more tomorrow, baby, time is today Girl, I can make you feel okay No place for hidin', baby, no place to run You pull the trigger of my Love gun (Love gun) Love gun (Love gun) You can't forget me, baby, don't try to lie You'll never leave me, mama, so don't try I'll be a gambler, baby, lay down the bet We get together, mama, you'll sweat No place for hidin', baby, no place to run You pull the trigger of my (Love gun) (Love gun) Love gun (Love gun) (Gun, love gun) (Gun, love gun) Love gun (Love gun) Love gun (Love gun) (Love gun) Love gun (Love gun) Love gun (Love gun) Love gun (Love gun) Love gun

Riot on the radio Pictures on the TV Invader man take what he can Shootout on the silver screen Sticking 'em up and knocking 'em down Living out a fantasy There's a bad man cruisin' around In a big black limousine Don't let it be wrong Don't let it be right Get in his way You're dead in his sights Big gun Big gun, number one Big gun Big gun kick the hell out of you Terminators, Uzi makers Shooting up Hollywood Snakes alive with a .45 Gettin' up and doin' no good If you ain't wise, they'll cannibalize Tear the flesh off you Classified lady killers Playing in the human zoo He saddle you up And take you to town Better look out When he come around Big gun Big gun, number one Big gun Big gun kick the hell out of you Showdown, yeah Big gun Big gun, number one Mmm-hmm Uh-huh Yeah-yeah Mmm Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Big gun, got a hot one Big gun, got a number one Big gun, loaded and cocked Big gun, yeah, hot, hot, hot Got big gun, ready or not Big gun, give it a, give it a shot, come on Terminator, Uzi makers A regulator, yeah, gonna get you later Big gun kick the hell out of you

Even the sun Knows where you sleep I wasn't done I wasn't be You found a boy And thought he'd grow old I had a girl And I'm taking her home I don't know where you come from Your sun always stay down Boy I know that you're sure gone Until??? somehow Even the sun (I don't know where you come from) Knows where you sleep (Your sun always stay down) I wasn't done, (Boy I know that you're sure gone) I wasn't be (Until??? somehow) You found a boy (Boy there is nothing you couldn't) That's what I'm told (You're still the one I'm falling for) I had a girl, (I have pins, you should take one) I'm taking her home (But no one's home, no)

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah (gun smoke) Yeah (gun smoke) Yeah, yeah (gun smoke) Yeah, yeah, yeah (gun smoke) Yeah, yeah One man army from the get-go (get-go) One man army pullin' kick doors (kick doors) Talkin' out yo' neck get you tag toed (tag toed) I'm a killer whale, you a tadpole (tadpole) Nigga, you got asthma, you don't want smoke (straight up) Who want cancer? I'm giving out smoke (straight up) I got too many bitches, I can't trip bro (on God) Most of the time, I be caked up with my stick bro (on God) Yeah, AK make yo' brotha do the limbo (on God) Make this Glock "Shiggy Challenge" out the window (on God) Savage, why you always rappin' 'bout guns for? (Straight up) 'Cause, bitch, I fell in love with the gun smoke (straight up) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Yeah, gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Put my Glock down, that's a no-no (no-no) When I wear my suit, I tote my .44 (.44) Y'all ain't killin' shit, y'all niggas hoes-hoes (hoes-hoes) Cryin' over pussy, you a broke joke (broke joke) Started with a deuce deuce, turned it to a .38 Then I got a Glock 9, turned it to a AK First I was a leg shooter, now I'm hittin' chest, face She done caught rug burn, give that girl a neck brace Shoot at me with a handgun, that's an insult (straight up) We got plenty sticks, nigga, plus my M's up (straight up) My young niggas ready to crash, they don't give a fuck (straight up) Let it bang, let 'em hang, I'ma drop mine (straight up) I don't need no shooter, everybody know I pop mine (on God) I'm at Crucial on stage with a Glock 9 (on God) I keep one in the head, I ain't got time to cock mine (on God) Murder Gang, nigga, I'm redder than a stop sign (on God) You niggas know you need to cut out all that dickriding (bitch) Skinny capris, you think you finer than yo' bitch, huh? (Lil' bitch) You niggas mad 'cause I keep throwin' up Zone 6, huh? (Lil' bitch) Like "Look at Savage, lil' bitch ass, he think he the shit, huh?" (facts) I think I am when I'm ridin' with this stick, huh (21) I think I am 'cause I just fucked that nigga bitch, huh (on God) I swear to god my deal worth seven figures, not six, huh (straight up) You think you hard, you wanna get shot all up in yo' shit, huh? Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Yeah, gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Put my Glock down, that's a no-no (no-no) When I wear my suit, I tote my .44 (.44) Y'all ain't killin' shit, y'all niggas hoes-hoes (hoes-hoes) Cryin' over pussy, you a broke joke (broke joke)

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour