Son Of A Gun

Run it up, gun it up, foot on the gas

Son of a gun, imma' burn it all fast

I'm not the one, I'm just here for the cash

Throw me the bag and I'm makin' the catch

Empty the drawers, and I'm runnin' it back

Feel if I fumble, I steal it, I stumble

I deal it for numbers, a pitiful—

Chorus

Understanding

I'm demanding

Standing for my family

Imma' manage everything

One day

Verse 1

Imma' manage everything, one day

I'm a damaged human being

Famished from a dream

And demons scream for me to fiend

For things that I don't need

For strings that I don't weave

But I cling until I bleed

And I sing until they see

Verse 2

That I'm the one they can depend on

When they need a friend to lend a hand on

That I'm ready 'til the end to bend a cannon

Then extend it like I'm sending out an invitation

To a party full of poison

Where the purpose of the purpose is to prove I'm

Just a product of my problems and my problems

Are the problems I was given by the people who raised me

Verse 3

And I'ma show 'em why they made me

Runnin' up, gunnin' up, foot on the gas

Son of a gun, imma' burn it all fast

I'm not the one, I'm just here for the— (Ah)

Chorus

Understanding

I'm demanding

Standing for my family

Imma' manage everything

One day

Outro

Imma' manage everything, one day

I'm a damaged human being

Famished from a dream

And demons scream for me to fiend

For things that I don't—