Aries - SUICIDE BOMBER lyrics

Yeah

Throw me to the tank, piranha
Hands high like a suicide bomber
Ten 'til I go off,  tell mama
My time, meant for some other
Probably off on a whim, take all this
Only thing that I beg for is your pardon
One thing, can you stretch that pocket?
Tight jeans with the hard kicks like ostrich
Oh my God, I'm sorry
Age fourteen, smoke break, still coughin'
Don't lay me down, not my callin'
Not my call, no, that's not my callin'
But whatever keeps you calm (yeah)
Might pop one more tonight
Can't sit there in the dark
Then hang me out to dry
Not that many good times and I know
Don't care to carry on, carry on now

All that talk, so what? Don't waste your
Breath on him, still got ways to go
Ain't never left (I'm sorry)
Just shoot for the head, knock me out
That talk, so what? Don't waste your
Breath on him, still got ways to go
Ain't never left (I'm sorry)
Just shoot for the head, knock me out