My Face is coverd in blod Walking straight in a Motel and all I see is does cloud he asked me by my surname I couldent recall so wll went straight to my room and Called the hotline bling not emergacy yet the leavs had allready fallen at the roofs near by now Im aming out the Window With a imaginary gun Son never trust No body they might cut you from behind when you little as hesitate it becoming your fall on the ground My mind is allways runing as the shoes on my feet haven can wait untill im done with my shiit fool me once shame on you fool me twice shame on me pretty boy walking aint dead still seeing red claiming nothing I cant hold im the greatest at what Im doing and not Many understand give me one hit and I shoot for the grand eyes on the price oyee I know how it taste cuase Im paying myself Tricky ricky what you afraid of its only a gun when I pull of the trigger I will digg you deep down just have to keep the sound on my mind like the leavs his body hit the ground so the dogs where barking smeeled it from miles no lie now Im sitting with my wisky keeping track on the sound of the police befor I walking down the stairway to heaven I gona pray for my land