Pray for one last chance to prove we all belong Through the dark nights and cold days while time marches on In this life, we're running out of days We're running out of time, ignoring it's a crime No regrets, just one shot at glory Is all we got before

Somethin' 'bout the pain mixed with you Drinking, smoking, doses, potions Drinking, smoking, doses, emotions Got me doing things I ain't do, right Got me doing things I ain't do, right, true Cheap shot, caught me when I wasn't looking for you Why are you

I'll keep the life that I've got Hey, I'm not Synthetica, oh I'll keep the life that I've got, oh Some of us are wild ones, ever under wanted, Lining up in the background, Waiting for the crap shot to be seen In the shadow of the big screen, Everybody

Drunk all summer We're so late nights Drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk Red eyes, amnesia, on ice When I'm with you Another way now Like we're supposed to do Take you to the back now I'd take a shot for you

I'm working on my next broken heart Be the death of me What's left of me I've seen that look before She'll tear my world apart You picked me up, you shot me down You're stepping out all over town Drove me back to drinking in this bar I found myself a

Let freedom ring with a shotgun blast Blind man ask me forgiveness I won't deny myself Disrespect you have given Your suffering's my wealth I feed off pain, force fed to love it And now I swallow whole I'll never live in the past Burn my fist to the

I don’t ever want to wake up Lookin’ into someone else’s eyes Another Voice calling me baby On the other end of the phone A new girl puttin’ on her makeup Before dinner on Friday night No I don’t ever wanna know, oh oh No other shotgun rider, beside me,

We livin this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit - nigga we still alive And here we go again why'all callin in reinforcements The Mobb come through, stop up the shit P'll come through and shot up your vest Shoot at your head, not-a-leg eh?

It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret) 41 shots (you can get killed just for living in) No secret my friend You can get killed just for living in your American skin Is it a gun (is it a gun), is it a knife (is it a knife) 41 shots, and we'll take that

(Don't shoot shotgun) You got me bitin' my lip You're shootin' straight from the hip Run for cover, she's so dangerous Undercover, she's so shameless Run, run for cover Don't shoot, shoot She's so dangerous (shotgun, gun) Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right