Chris Hurst - Gun in Mouth, Gin in Hand Lyrics

Got the
Gun in mouth
Gin in hand
I'm f*cking with
The baby grand
Making sense of
The time at hand
Requiem dreams and
Purple sand
Feelings that you'd
Understand
I'm really going through the motions man
It's not enough to make a grand
I really need to feel the stance

Breathing in that soylent green
Maybe comprehend my reality
I'm insecure yet hard to beat
You'd feel the same if you chose to be
If you chose to be
If you chose to be
If you chose to be
You'd feel the same if you chose to be
If you chose to be
Uh
You'd feel the same if you chose to be
I chose to be now I am the bee

Pen mightier than the sword
But I'm not wavin'
Bitch heavier than a Ford
But I'm not wavin'
She suck on my door knob
No Satan
No Satan
Yeah I say this
Don't play this
Beat backwards you'll find
That Paul is dead
And that all these rhymes don't
They don't end

Gun in mouth
Gin in hand
I'm f*cking with
The baby grand
Making sense of
The time at hand
Requiem dreams and
Purple sand
Feelings that you'd
Understand
I'm really going through the motions man
It's not enough to make a grand
I really need to feel the stance