DEMON SUN

Colt action
Code backin'
Crew of bandits that have a task worth tackling
Stop the bandwagon shit
I'm too lit
Full moon over us
With a hog on a splint
Last time I checked you weren't on shit
I've been in my prime
Focused and lethal like my Weston
Don't wanna hear your dying words be your last confession
I don't care about the algorithm
It's more about repetition
And your flow's more wack than the pot you picked to piss in
So stop the penny pinchin' pension
You bring around here that I just gotta mention
Outlaw on the lose but I'm still trenching through the demon sun
Count your blessings cut me loose and make it one and done
Count your blessings cut me loose and make it one and done
Some people look in the sky and find meaning
But I don't see the appeal in revering something that's just a guess
Don't base your life in a shot in the dark
Find purpose in self and don't bask in a farce
But I'm too far gone to know that I'm lost bruh
Knee deep in a pool of my sauce bruh
I'm in my head
Buck it up like a stallion
But fuck Megan
You call that rap that's depressing
Let the Lone Ranger show you a rap lesson
Pressure's on like my last name compression
Outlaw on the lose but I'm still trenching through the demon sun
Count your blessings cut me loose and make it one and done
Count your blessings cut me loose and make it one and done aye
Count your blessings cut me loose and make it one and done
One and done
One and done
One and done