Aim for your sweet spot I know you'd rather be scared of I know you'd rather just disappear Now that I'm here I know you'd rather Take me up with you Ready or not, loaded heart with a dagger Ready or not It's up for discussion, up for reprise

So tell me, why do I keep holding on? Oh, why do I keep staring down the barrel of a loaded gun? Then tell me why can't I just can't let go? Somebody knows, then tell me She said she loved me, all night long I couldn't help but let her string my heart

We going out, out, out, out We going out, out, out, out, we going out We going out, we going out We got our eyes blurred right and the weird up loud We going out, yeah we ignite the night in the sunburn town Locked and loaded, rocked and rolling Driving

Trapped on one stop, served my own block Bought my own watch (own watch) Loaded Glock, lettin' that thing pop (pop) They can't freeze us (freeze us) Skybox, we been at the top (sky) They can't see us (see us) Big knocks, fucked the dirty cops (Hey

Holts are nearly always close to the sea Fallen boulders, old ruins, and cliffs All at the top of a sand crevice High above the sea A safe place for cubs We wait tense We're disappointed She leaves her sprint loaded by others of us The holts are evenly

What you know about that? Hey I know all about that Don't you know I got Key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back Louis nap sack Loaded 44s on the low where the cheese at Fresh off the jet to the 'jects where the G's at Hey what you know about

And I can't get enough of the things that she does She's gonna be my midnight queen Locked and loaded I'm ready to go She's got ahold of me and ain't lettin' go And I can't get enough of The things that she does, alright There's other places that are

Listen to my ambition 'cause I'm on one Swingin' for the fences for the home run Even further beyond in to the universe But I got to make it to first, first It feels like every second is being stolen You got the ball, I'mma take it home But I'm lyin',

Nobody's gonna say I didn't give it all (ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya) I could bet it all on me 'Nother reason why I work like a motherfucker If tomorrow doesn't come, I got my guns loaded For the fight, I'll take an eye out, take it high If my days are almost

You know I'll blow your mind, my friend, again And I'm here to show you I ain't never left You know I'll blow your mind, my friend Loaded on that green floating on your genes I'll be that lion to your queen Well I heard they think they're grimey now,