.[Aaron Cole]
Yeah, shots fired but they missed
When I go outside I take a risk, put my hands up and make a fist
Excuse the slits on my wrist
Aristocrats think the sip the highest
We live inside of violence and I blame the Lord I blame my soul
And I'll do anything to pol.
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