Texty: No Warning. Ill Blood.

You can tell me what you think of me
And run your mouth for your friends
Living a lie you try and make a difference
I'm gonna leave my mark while I have the chance

You're never wrong, never wrong
Never more wrong than this time
I'll take a good look at you
So I know exactly now I know what am I

Always keep the future in mind
Always fight to make it right
Ill blood drawn with the slip of a tongue
Doesn't matter to me, I've already won

Sometimes these words are all I feel inside
This hate, this pain
This fuckin' rage has clouded my mind

You want the world to see that you hate me
But I couldn't care less about you
I try to keep my head but I'm seeing red
My vision is blurred no matter where I turn

Always keep the future in mind
Always fight to make it right
Ill blood brewin' with the slip of a tongue
Doesn't matter to me

Blood, blood, blood, blood
Blood, blood, blood, blood
Blood, blood, blood, blood
Blood, blood, blood, blood

Blood, blood, blood, blood
Blood, blood, blood, blood
Blood, blood, blood, blood
Blood, blood, blood if you want

Ill blood

Coward, you're afraid to face the world
You're running, time to admit defeat
Trapped by what you think you know
Time bomb when will it explode?