2 Shots (To The Back Of The Head)
Written by Jack Swagger, Marcus Jones, Jack Smith, and Rich Salsbury
Never saw the light when we died
Chokin' on our pride
Drain the pressure, look alive
Brain-dead greater minds
There is no time like the past
Tomorrow never lasts
So give up, give out, give in
Are we ready to begin?
Out of the ground, back from the dead
2 shots to the back of the head
Spittin' out the shells
That sweet sound of so called friends
As we put them all to rest
Give up the ghost
It's been too long, so first things first
Feed me a line, and do me your worst
If all is fair in truth and lies
Nothing cuts as deep as ties
Don't keep your distance
Don't kill me quick
I wanna taste your sick
Sweet motherf*cker of invention
I want the worst of your intentions
Out of the ground, back from the dead
2 shots to the back of the head
Spittin' out the shells
That sweet sound of so called friends
As we put them all to rest
Give up the ghost
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2 Shots (To The Back Of The Head)
Written by Jack Swagger, Marcus Jones, Jack Smith, and Rich Salsbury
Never saw the light when we died
Chokin' on our pride
Drain the pressure, look alive
Brain-dead greater minds
There is no time like the past
Tomorrow never lasts
So give up, give out, give in
Are we ready to begin?
Out of the ground, back from the dead
2 shots to the back of the head
Spittin' out the shells
That sweet sound of so called friends
As we put them all to rest
Give up the ghost
It's been too long, so first things first
Feed me a line, and do me your worst
If all is fair in truth and lies
Nothing cuts as deep as ties
Don't keep your distance
Don't kill me quick
I wanna taste your sick
Sweet motherf*cker of invention
I want the worst of your intentions
Out of the ground, back from the dead
2 shots to the back of the head
Spittin' out the shells
That sweet sound of so called friends
As we put them all to rest
Give up the ghost
Written by Jack Swagger, Marcus Jones, Jack Smith, and Rich Salsbury
Never saw the light when we died
Chokin' on our pride
Drain the pressure, look alive
Brain-dead greater minds
There is no time like the past
Tomorrow never lasts
So give up, give out, give in
Are we ready to begin?
Out of the ground, back from the dead
2 shots to the back of the head
Spittin' out the shells
That sweet sound of so called friends
As we put them all to rest
Give up the ghost
It's been too long, so first things first
Feed me a line, and do me your worst
If all is fair in truth and lies
Nothing cuts as deep as ties
Don't keep your distance
Don't kill me quick
I wanna taste your sick
Sweet motherf*cker of invention
I want the worst of your intentions
Out of the ground, back from the dead
2 shots to the back of the head
Spittin' out the shells
That sweet sound of so called friends
As we put them all to rest
Give up the ghost
Writer: COLLEEN BROWNE, CRAIG GRIMSHAW, LOUIS ANTHONY JONES, PAUL CHRISTIAN NOBLE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC