For The Fam….

It’s a shootout

I hear those shots go round

But somehow I can’t seem to

Go down

It’s like my angels keep

Keep popping

And none of them dropping

We going to heights

You can’t imagine

You want a piece of it

Better start the flapping

Cuz I’m flying where no one

Knows

Highs that don’t require a dose

You’ll see when I come real close

I’ll start to lose something

In the proximity of my nose

And it’s like the fever just grows

And grows

I have a shadow an angel and a heart

We all stick together

Even if we are mad far apart

Cuz you could never tell me

To let them be

The truth of the matter is

Without them there is no me

So take what you think you need

But me and my three

We gonna live for free

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