Son of Sam
Son of sam, son of sam.. load the clip, aim it at ya fucking man
Rubber bands, runaways, in the party foiling every fucking plan
O-Town winter time hot (HOT), boyish charm to poison all ya fam
Boy I’ve grown from boy into a man, boy I’ve grown from boy into the man
Son of sam, son of sam.. load the clip, aim it at ya fucking man
Rubber bands, runaways, in the party foiling every fucking plan
O-Town winter time hot (HOT), boyish charm to poison all ya fam
Boy I’ve grown from boy into a man, boy I’ve grown from boy into the man
Might sell my soul for a pot of gold
Nigga I’ve been down so long, at this point you’ll never know
Demons in my hall again
Fiending for some peace in the thighs of a harlequin
When she play that game bet I️ let her in
Man affairs of the heart I’m a novice in
That’s real.. I️ know it, ay
Something bout me kept them all around me
All hands around me, that’s never healthy
Told her that she should wait up for me
It won’t be long, but that was February
In December, where my heart is heavy
Every burden I️ decide to carry
Till they bury me inside a cemetery
Either that or till my high comes down
Gotta pick one, but I️ can’t right now
All I️ know, my eyes is on this prey
Firepower wild, firepower on
Firepower till they finding flowers for your funeral, this beef I️ never resolve
Nothing lasts and so that loving is gone
Should’ve known when she ain’t pick up the phone
Guess that’s when a savage should’ve been born
Guess that’s when a savage should’ve been falling back, to let her breathe and let her be alone
Letters that I️ write to me in the zone
With purpose.. major move alertness, I️ know I️ for certain Try to learn my lesson while I’m loading up my..
And if I️ don’t, I️ don’t deserve this
All this for the taking, oh I’m at ya service
Superb.. a leap of faith I’m taking off, remove the curtains
Look me in my eyes as I️ erupt, and if you don’t you better duck cause I’m the..
Son of sam, son of sam.. load the clip, aim it at ya fucking man
Rubber bands, runaways, in the party foiling every fucking plan
O-Town winter time hot (HOT), boyish charm to poison all ya fam
Boy I’ve grown from boy into a man, boy I’ve grown from boy into the man
Son of sam, son of sam.. load the clip, aim it at ya fucking man
Rubber bands, runaways, in the party foiling every fucking plan
O-Town winter time hot (HOT), boyish charm to poison all ya fam
Boy I’ve grown from boy into a man, boy I’ve grown from boy into the man