Fists Knives and Chains - Brian Tyler

Your words are like knives They peel my skin and pierce my soul... Your body will burn tonight... Though your heart may still remain cold And I will blame myself And I will blame myself For holding on to what I hoped would keep you by my side I will blame myself The Sheets are stained with... Memories of your soft kiss Now this is all I have Paper and pen to remember you with And I will blame myself And I will blame myself For holding on to what I hoped would keep you by my side I will blame myself Can I have you... [x4]

Alone at last, we can sit and fight And I've lost all faith in this blurring light But stay right here, we can change our plight We're storming through this, despite what's right One final fight, for this tonight Whoa, with knives and pens we made our plight Lay your heart down, the end's in sight Conscience begs for you to do what's right Everyday it's still the same dull knife Stab it through and justify your pride One final fight, for this tonight Whoa, with knives and pens we made our plight Whoa and I can't go on without your love You lost, you never held on We tried our best Turn out the light Turn out the light One final fight, for this tonight Whoa, with knives and pens we made our plight Whoa and I can't go on without your love You lost, you never held on We tried our best Turn out the light Turn out the light

MCM, CASHIER I like to do what i do, ey I like to dress on balmains,eyy Gucci all over the way, eyy Diamonds all over my face, prrr Too many money, not stress, cash Too many diamonds on neck, skrrrt Too many nights on your girl, prrr Bitches all over the place, yess Spend too much money on da plain, plain Just look at dat booty girl, eyy Dripping my fame as the rain, fame My diamonds are hunnid K, K Being the clown isn't great, great You always left me on read, left Now your asking for a date, date Sorry bitch now its too late, late Look at my babe, winning the fame Look at her babe, fucking for fame Playing card game, ain't that fair, i won't tell Dating your girl, ain't that safe, won't miss her Look at my babe, winning the fame Look at her babe, fucking for fame Playing card game, ain't that fair, i won't tell Dating your girl, ain't that safe, won't miss her Money in my account, money in my account Thousand in my hand and diamonds in the lab This my precision, that is my night vision You ran out of money i was your provision Cause the broken heart runs with a long division Nonfiction, falling on the lean no prescription Admission, diamonds shine and getting a collision At this point, you may think i'm making an audition The dragon, riding in my R cause its the phantom I'm handsome, getting all the fame like Michael Jackson Hit da blunt, lean and pot are waiting on the back door An atom, we don't give a fuck you a neoplasm At my home, i don't give a fuck you such an asshole, an asshole Look at my babe, winning the fame Look at her babe, fucking for fame Playing card game, ain't that fair, i won't tell Dating your girl, ain't that safe, won't miss her You prolly think i'm alone, alone Happy to tell em your gone, you're gone Im feeling high as a drone, a drone Im getting high with your voice, skrt My chick is new and she's icy You bitch is looking so stupid My shiny diamonds look cubic Woman is looking exclusive Wasn't enough for you? And i won't say love you You saw my soul was knew And said I LOVE YOU TOO Your girl was very rough Her ass was moving thought She said she gave me love Cause she also gave me luck

Why these boys wanna test my patience (why) They're all basic They talk tough on the gram all day Then when they see me up close don't say shit (pussy) I swear I'm not on no gang shit But try me and you'll leave with a facelift (yeh) Four-three we're known to be majors Don't ever come with that fake shit If a scrap goes down in the hood Even on a sunny day I'll storm in I could've sworn they were missionaries 'Cause whenever we pull up they call more-men 'Cause they know my team got that form When they see us swing like Greg Norman And if they wanna come to my ends They have to know that's my call like Jordan No time for this chit chat Call me Dig-Dat 'Cause me and my bro did tactics These fakes talk tough like a car in drive 'Cause I swear on my mum they can't back it (bang) We stay active Tell 'em that's enough to get a man down Fuck these clowns, tell 'em all drop now Fa tolu go get 'em, who's say less No gat, shank, fuck that, fist up Uso we keen for the mess (that's us) Got one here no need for the two Old mate right hand put you to rest That four-three to that fitu fitu I hold it down for my set Fucken oath, listen Fitu fitu go get 'em, who's say less No gat, shank, fuck that, fist up Siana we keen for the mess (of course) Got one here no need for the two Old mate leftie put you to rest (oua) That double seven to the four-three I hold it down for my set (Aye Victor tell them tokz) Home of the brave Land of the G's If you want that beef Better tread carefully If so, my team will go get that We pull up the gone like snapchat These fists goes up better hack that Fuck that, tell them dogs come catch that They talk but they never act 'Cause I ain't no mullet 'cause i never hang back Double seven to a fat hit put on repeat Them boys they talk about takin' trips But they always skip my street When they come around to throw down guarantee They gotta stop 'til it hits the concrete Best believe when I leave I throw my sevens up And shout out Inala G's Get the shit done in the state of Queen's Fitu fitu go get 'em, who's say less No gat, shank, fuck that, fist up Uso we keen for the mess Got one here (aye) no need for the two Old mate leftie put you to rest That double seven to the four-three I hold it down for my set Fucken oath, listen Fa tolu go get em, who's say less No gat, shank, fuck that, fist up Uso we keen for the mess (lessgo) Got one here (aye) no need for the two Old mate right hand put you to rest That four-three to that fitu fitu I hold it down for my set Listen I got tokoz in the Seven that'll fear no man straight loto lahi (oua) Got hamoz in the four-three that'll feed ya like aunty's at a koga' i (fa man) This is Brisbane, we're different We don't roll around with no weapon, trust me We don't need a shiv when we got two fists Just find the bloke and then step him (of course) Don't talk to me about cheffings Unless you spend you're life in the kitchen (aye) Don't talk to me about weddings Unless there's a bride and groom and they kissin' Don't talk to me about bootings Unless you're talkin' 'bout a conversion Four-three double o to the double Seven My uso's puttin' that work in Aye toko let's tell them real quick Pinkies up, to the heaven That seven, my brethrens Gotcha boy, that's leverage If not that then we'll swing like Savage (Swing) Who's got a problem Who's got an issue Better speak 'em now 'Cause the g's from Inala and forty-three We hold it down

And she runs through her days With a smile on her face And she runs, and she waits And I wait We can drive to anyplace Day and night to cross the state, And in the morning, into Mexico We will wake up Mmmm, we will wake up, We will, yeah I will be with her yeah Yeah I find a window in the kitchen, and I let myself in Rummage through the refrigerator, find myself a beer I can't believe I'm really here, and she's lying in that bed I can almost feel her touch, and her anxious breath I stumble in the hallway, outside her bedroom door I hear her call out to me, I hear the fear in her voice She pulls her covers tighter, I press against the door I will be with her tonight yeah I will be with her tonight I will be with her tonight yeah I will be with her tonight I will be with her yeah I will be with her yeah

Round' here lately it's been rough Too much heartbreak not enough love I've been doubtin' if I'll ever find myself again And I worry I won't ever be enough Oooh I've been searching for the truth And then I tell myself Whatever don't kill makes you tough Can't tap out when the times gets rough I know it ain't easy but the only way that we get stronger Is get a little burnt yeah take a little fall Hurts like hell when you're goin' through it all Get knocked down but we get back up Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough Aw yeah I've been beat up black and blue I've been broke a time or two I've had nothing left to lose But then my faith pulled me through No more searching for the truth And now I tell myself Whatever don't kill you makes you tough Can't tap out when the times gets rough I know it ain't easy but the only way that we get stronger Is get a little burnt yeah take a little fall Hurts like hell when you're goin' through it all Get knocked down but we get back up Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough We fall down we get up It's how we do it where we from We got us we got love We tough We fall down we get up It's how we do it where we from We got us we got love We tough Whatever don't kill you makes you tough Can't tap out when the times gets rough I know it ain't easy but the only way that we get stronger Is get a little burnt yeah take a little fall Hurts like hell when you're goin' through it all Get knocked down but we get back up Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough We tough we tough

In a small corner bar he sits there a'drinkin' Lost as a ball in a field full of corn Further away than he ever imagined That he'd ever end up from the place he was born Now no more forlorn has a Creeker drank whiskey Than the one that you see out the side of your eye Drinkin' alone as he looks out the window At all of the strangers on the corner outside And he'd rather be dead than alive one more minute In this Godforsaken town When he was a kid, Lord he'd never a'dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down Now they knew not his name and he knew not their faces And he knew not the how nor the reason for why You could ever wake up and wanna keep on a'livin' In a place where a friend was such a hard thing to find And for e'ryone ya meet there's a whole mess of people Tryin' like hell to pull you on down To the level they're on and the trouble they're tendin' In the mess that they've made in the gutter they found And he'd rather be dead than alive one more minute In this Godforsaken town When he was a kid, Lord he'd never a'dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down Some fellas do drugs and things of that nature Some fellas chase girls to hang on their arm Some fellas get by on practically nothin' Some fellas get pissed in a small corner bar And they'd rather be dead than alive one more minute In this Godforsaken town When they were all kids, Lord they'd never a'dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down