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Dead Men Video (MV)




Performed By: God of Gamblers
Language: English
Length: 3:21
Written by: Anthony Alvarez




God of Gamblers - Dead Men Lyrics




Bomb goin off, sound the alarm n
Stay going in, we the hardest
Muthaf*ckas in this bitch
Take caution, f*ck your fortune
Take caution
I'm bout to ring yo bell
Are you home at 3
I've been locked in a cell
Heart cold, I've been playing the thief
Tryin to reach
For my last breath
Deep in my soul
Stop wasting time, searching for gold
Living in your mind
Time slippin away
Truth right before you
Can't look in its face
Shinin too bright
Rising just like the sun
In the east, dancing in the west
Having fun
Pourin up liquor
Cuz I'm living to die
Smoking Bob Marley
No woman, no cry

She a day tripper, took awhile to see
Found out the hard way
Brought down by police
Cuffs on my wrist
Slammed me right on the car
Looked me in my eye
I was seeing her stars
Don't know where I am
Concepts and walls
Paralyze my soul
Hit me right on the jaw
Split, broke, spinning in the nightmare
I sewn
Reality, f*ck the mind
Up and Get blown
Back to the future
Look it no cash
Chip up in my hand
Robot, up in black
Marching, follow leader
Gat tucked in my clothes
Wave it at the world
Stay a wolf on my own
Land of the lost
Leave me I'm found
Nailed to the cross
Leave me to drown
In these muddy waters
Baptized, in dirt
Bring me f*cking pain
Kiss me right, where it hurt
Sadist in the street
Masochist in the bed
Smoking, Bob Marley
Spoke right to my head
Redemption, is close
Tell you no lie
Stand up on ya own
No woman, no cry
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English

Bomb goin off, sound the alarm n
Stay going in, we the hardest
Muthaf*ckas in this bitch
Take caution, f*ck your fortune
Take caution
I'm bout to ring yo bell
Are you home at 3
I've been locked in a cell
Heart cold, I've been playing the thief
Tryin to reach
For my last breath
Deep in my soul
Stop wasting time, searching for gold
Living in your mind
Time slippin away
Truth right before you
Can't look in its face
Shinin too bright
Rising just like the sun
In the east, dancing in the west
Having fun
Pourin up liquor
Cuz I'm living to die
Smoking Bob Marley
No woman, no cry

She a day tripper, took awhile to see
Found out the hard way
Brought down by police
Cuffs on my wrist
Slammed me right on the car
Looked me in my eye
I was seeing her stars
Don't know where I am
Concepts and walls
Paralyze my soul
Hit me right on the jaw
Split, broke, spinning in the nightmare
I sewn
Reality, f*ck the mind
Up and Get blown
Back to the future
Look it no cash
Chip up in my hand
Robot, up in black
Marching, follow leader
Gat tucked in my clothes
Wave it at the world
Stay a wolf on my own
Land of the lost
Leave me I'm found
Nailed to the cross
Leave me to drown
In these muddy waters
Baptized, in dirt
Bring me f*cking pain
Kiss me right, where it hurt
Sadist in the street
Masochist in the bed
Smoking, Bob Marley
Spoke right to my head
Redemption, is close
Tell you no lie
Stand up on ya own
No woman, no cry
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Writer: Anthony Alvarez
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