The sky, this is believing
Of this I can recall
As I prepare to leave you
A kiss, a curse to draw
Gunshots, baby, let's cut through the crowd
Gunshots, baby, let's cut through the crowd
You sprang my care to see you through
And played it all along
As I began to deceive you
I held your hand and curled
Gunshots, baby, let's cut through the crowd
Gunshots, baby, let's cut through the crowd
Led through, tear through
We've all gone inside now
You still pretend to run away
The sky, this is to need you
Of this I can recall
As I prepare to repel you
A kiss, a curse to law
Gunshots, baby, let's cut through the crowd
Gunshots, baby, let's cut through the crowd
Artist: 50 Cent
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