ZIPPO RAIDER, Cold War Kids - HUNG OUT lyrics

Kickin down the do no smokin fuck it
I'm blowin O's now suck it ho gimme mo
Stacks, fore i flip out an attack
Whoever got the sass to come at pat
Look at that, that's me load up
The three fiddy seventy
Reverend make the sign of god
Insteada lettin me in
Ta heaven all us 1-8-7's
Ain't missin out, big told me
That's faggot steppin brother bredren
Feel the presence of death
And disease no easy pease misfortune
Lemonies snickets
Still out sleepin wit the crickets
In the underpass sleepin bag campfire
The whole department on my ass laugh
Spark it fuck the car
Didn't even park it
Blowin up once they start it
Already the target market
Motherfucker tryd to start shit
Now he's a carcass in the schukyll
R-IP MARCUS

Hang me out to dry
You wrang me out too many times
Hang me out to dry
I'm pearly like the whites of ya eyes

Lay em deep all black
I'm creepin all silent
Even though the joints quiet
Saint mary jay and joe simon
Managed to sneak the nine in
Know they ain't gonna find it
Till they cryin layin on the floor dyin
Go ahead kid you can try it
Just know i'm out when i'm all outta violence
Try an stop this rage
Peep the obituary page
Higher body count than my age crazy eights
Couselling aids fuck em i'm my own doc
With my own Glock and a bad bitch on my cock
Stop this madness
Fore i stand up and do some bad ish
Hung out to dry but not to die
That's why i'm still commin
Fuck the guitar man i'm beat drummin
Deep in hunneds and green
Still the only one on my fuckin team
Now you wanna know me? See?
Everyone wants the cream but i ain't have it
Only a smokey barrel mavrick
And a couple dead black pricks
Only stoppin when the track kicks
Go ahead gimme the bread bitch
Leavin you for dead in the ditch

Never gettin hitched

The jawn still ain't switched