Magic Bullet - Wire

It’s fighting murder, inside of the shoreline

Sense of… never taste it before

Fell through the floor, I hit my ceiling

Out of my debt, on my head

Cloud couple lands was clearly in few

My magic bullet was bloats and the blues

Fell through the floor, bounced off the ceiling

Both through the door, out of my head

…motion through my wind

Away to move through the mound of dislike

Throw myself out, on to your bald sense

Down what y’all did was in self defense

Fel through the floor, I hit my ceiling

Out of my debt, on my head

Out of my debt, on my head

Out of my debt, on my head

Out of my debt, on my head

Believe me, well I’m

Out of my debt, on my head

Out of my debt, on my head

Out of my debt, on my head

Well I’m

Out of my debt, on my head

Out of my debt, on my head

Out of my debt, on my head

Believe me

Out of my debt, on my head.