Sam Shoemaker - Guns For The Homeless - Lyrics, Similar artists

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Artist: Sam Shoemaker

album: Guns For The Homeless

Guns for the homeless No more secondhand clothes food banks give tanks to the slums
Drugs just to cope with hit the gas flip packs trip spaz till your face goes dumb
Triple the dosage keep your eyes wide shut don't talk or they'll cut out your tongue
There's no biz like showbiz Marylin Monroe centerfolds all the good die young
The whistles they blow, caught us on satellite
Spit on my clothes, but I'm still not allowed to fight
Sit on your phones, won't fill my appetite
Triggers I pull, but I'm not still satisfied
Guns for the homeless, leave em be let em sleep give em heat aim it straight at five o
I'll pay for the postage, not shit drop-ship pop clips at the landlords home
Nuns doing Ho shit I think god left earth let em profit at the church they sold
You dumb think you woke bitch renegade meditate eat filets with your escargot
What's your motive
I see solipsistic focus
I see everything is politics I'm politicking POTUS
Baby talking toddlers they say hodler I say hold it
I'm in Barcelona running with the bulls I'm feeling bullish
Bully in pulpit chamber loaded triggers pull it
Hundred gunners running undercover shooting bullets
They stole the stash from lock up and then sold it into doge, shit
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
The whistles they blow, caught us on satellite
Spit on my clothes, but I'm still not allowed to fight
Sit on your phones, won't fill my appetite
Triggers I pull, but I'm not still satisfied

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