Dominic Riccitello
Apr 6, 2014

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walking streets, blood on my feet you’ll never miss this guns in the air screamin’ have you been here? got your hands in the air i’m screaming why you standing there this ain’t pop, fuckin’ drop lick my bomb and give me all you got ain’t talking money, only thrills and chills not a drill, laughing as you stand so still anxiety got you cryin’ baby, who said i’m afraid of dying livin’, not lyin’ people say they’ll miss me but i’m not cryin’ you say you got the worst, cutting your wrists blowing your smoke running those hands with that damn cigarette never loved you like i do laughing as i wipe your face sweat and your pain, love feeling this way power made me strung but who’s laughing when i got the gun time for my fun, now run whistle of my gun my pistol, too bad it didn’t miss you now the skies singin’ blues i’m only laughing because fuck you’ll never know how much i missed you