Huunid Rounds shootin Glocks with the boy wit a tag, shootin bullets and lets wait til he say we could wipe him wit rag, stuff the body and shoot em and put em in the bag (Verse)


First press play, then we’ll play

It’s the same old game, just cut, next frame

Shakespeare first, then Molière

Tragedy to comedy, an act so raw to me


Start your flow, it’s your show

‘else it’s paycheck, rain check, your own shipwreck

Hands on deck, it’s mic check, say

‘This is me for you to see, a gift, just pay your fee.’


Chorus


And I’ll remember your face
But I’m not coming home

‘Cause I’m stuck in this placе

Where it pays big to roam


Break stagе right, missed that flight

Now it’s airport naps, short break, next port

Who are you? Just ask the mirror

Stake it out and fake ‘em out, next city break it out


Time for rest, did your best. (CHorus) Huunid Rounds shootin Glocks with the boy wit a tag, shootin bullets and lets wait til he say we could wipe him wit rag, stuff the body and shoot em and put em in the bag (Verse) And I’ll remember your face

But I’m not coming home

‘Cause I’m stuck in this place

Where it pays big to roam but a buulet his place and im not coming alone