Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down, bust it down Saw my watch, she love the way I flood it out, ayy Talk to me nice, show you what these Bentley 'bout, whoa Pipe down, throwin' up shots First we

And it was all alright It goes when your gone Now it's all all wrong There's no good reason why I lay my heart on these tracks When your train comes along That's just a-how Then you cut me down

Yeah but baby you're the one I need to stay Got a few bad habits babe Before you cause my little heart to break And my drinking baby I can cut down on it too I got to cut you lose now baby Cut down on my smoking babe Cut down on my smoking babe yeah

'Cause life is going, going gone Yes I'll find you and cut you down Friends and neighbours, sleepy town If you wake up before the blow Pick your face up Before it's come and come and gone Find yourself a new frontier Fly yourself away from here 'til

I felt a stutter and a waiver, cutting like a razor Like fire through the snow, then straight down to the bone She creeps up like a spider, then wants you deep inside her She turns you into stone, a twisted little show That's how it was all to begin,

We'll fight 'til we fall Swashbucklers 'til we die To the end of time we will sail the seas With cutlasses in hand We'll terrorize the land Though the hands of fate may strike us down Gather round and listen As I tell you now this tale The grim legacy of

In a round of bullets and blood and smoke, I saw the midnight come and I watched her go. I watched her go. I got a razor sharp mind that wants to cut you down. A little place in mind and baby I could let you down. Pony up, we got a ways to go. Set me up

Yeah but baby you're the one I need to stay Got a few bad habits babe Before you cause my little heart to break And my drinking baby I can cut down on it too I got to cut you lose now baby Cut down on my smoking babe Cut down on my smoking babe yeah

Shaped yellow light And it picks you up And cuts you down to size In the painted faces congregate In the mating season The seconds homes They go alone In no rush leave 'em And there's a fountain

We are the small axe If you are the big tree Sharpened to cut you down Ready to cut you down Shall bury in it, shall bury in it And whosoever diggeth a pit Ready to cut you down (well sharp) Why boasteth thyself Oh, evil men