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Special note: I don't condone gun violence. The lyrics are speaking metaphorically about art. I want to paint the city with my character, my vibrance and my expression.







Lyrics: I reminisce about my childhood Trying to make it make sense (sense) Thinking back to how my mind swirled Trying to process what it meant Didn’t sign up for the lies, world Look what happened, what they sent Was going up, on a Tuesday, Woke me up, it was dooms day Something different in the fumes.. Trying to grasp all the mood swangs I got my own set of rules, cus these broken schools only teach to lose Mama, mama, wanna be a gangster, tryna make the news City hot, I gotta make a move, aint he hot or not gotta lot to prove

(BRIDGE) Trouble child, trouble child, Now don’t you settle down on the moon Now don’t you settle down on the moon

(CHORUS) Anyway, I’m a bastard stuck on a blood hunt Chasing the moon, cant wait for the suns up Shooting out, pointing the guns up On The Edge Thinking bout painting the city red Mama, dont Mama, dont Mama, dont Say Mama, dont worry

Anyway I’m a bastard stuck on a blood hunt Chasing the moon, cant wait for the suns up Shooting out, pointing the guns up On the edge Thinking bout painting the city red Mama, dont Mama, dont Mama, dont Say Mama, dont worry

(VERSE 2) I know Misery is cut throat Seen it through the gun smoke They can’t match the gusto And I feel acid rain Falling on my head top Dripping down these dread locs Think I hit my sweet spot So I cannot complain This is what i’m meant for Spice the uneventful, Seen it in my dreams, made me believe, but wasn’t simple Now its got me sea sick Floating through the deep end Washing out the demons

(BRIDGE) Trouble child, trouble child, Now don’t you settle down on the moon.

(CHORUS) Anyway, I’m a bastard stuck on a blood hunt Chasing the moon, cant wait for the suns up Shooting out, pointing the guns up On The Edge thinking bout painting the city red Mama, dont Mama, dont Mama, dont Say Mama, dont worry

Anyway, I’m a bastard stuck on a blood hunt Chasing the moon, cant wait for the suns up Shooting out, pointing the guns up On The Edge thinking bout painting the city red Mama, dont Mama, dont Mama, dont Say Mama, dont worry

Written by Ramsay Almighty Produced by Pilotkid & 8een Mixed by Ty Danelley