Shooters (feat. Nagee Clay) - Nyledge

I drink blood of school shooters Slit throat, loose screws, get fucked up Hang his ass from flagpoles with sad souls The innocent, who the fuck's protecting us? Boy, you better buckle up 'Cause I got questions for you fucks I've had enough Triple X, I just popped a triple X, uh A school shooter, I just need attention, yeah, uh Tell the principal, I ain't got no principles I don't need no school, I got internet, yeah Kids at school calling me different, yeah So I'm tryna work on my differences, yeah Cool kids at school smoke bigarettes Teens with nicotine or with liquor breath Or the semi-TEC at school, what's the bigger threat? Intellect mixed with inner stress That's a recipe for disaster If you don't believe me, go ask any chef School shooter, I just need mental help Saved by the bell, I can't hear the bell Give me bad grades, I don't give a F Get in front of my classmates and kill myself I drink blood of school shooters Slit throat, loose screws, get fucked up Hang his ass from flagpoles with sad souls The innocent, who the fuck's protecting us? Boy, you better buckle up 'Cause I got questions for you fucks I've had enough Ah, I got a question, where was protection? How did this happen? Can we go backwards? (Can we go backwards? Can we go backwards? Can we go backwards?) I got a question I got a question, I got a question, shooter School shooter, I taught 'em a lesson Yeah

Killing them with my kindness Didn't really knew if I turned back what I'd do So I stayed silent around you, get it? But that don't mean I take shit from anyone, get it? Just 'cause I'm humble and on my own, get it? Don't mean I'm here thinking I'm better than anyone, get it? I got love for all your movements 'Cause I see it in the background And 'cause I ain't tweeting all about it That don't mean I ain't got love, no Said I'm not different on my own I still want my own home I still need those things you need But I ain't gotta go at it like you do Like you do, like you do, like you do Like you do, like you do, yeah Like you do, like you do, like you do Like you do, like you do, yeah Over medicated every time that you call I don't even gotta say much to you About the things you thought we knew Buncha tough luck when the clock struck twelve That's what hurts when you know it's true Just the shadows of your eyes make me think 'bout broken sides It's all been forsaken But you don't know me for falling off Got no love in a while Don't show me anything, don't wanna be the man you thought Said I'm not different on my own I still want my own home I still need those things you need But I ain't gotta go at it like you do Like you do, like you do, like you do Like you do, like you do, yeah Like you do, like you do, like you do Like you do, like you do, yeah