Lyrics

I woke up this morning It was still day Found my dog underneath the Chevrolet I knew things would go wrong I got back home and my home was gone So I grabbed a gun And walked down into the street I tried to find some enemies to meet And now I'm looking Yeah, still searching For a place with my guns in hand Because They can't tell me what I can or cannot do And I won't hold them by the hand They can lay on the ground While I snipe from the top And see their life turn into sand Let me tell ya why It's a problem No, it's not a problem to me! It's a problem No, it's not a problem to me! It's a problem No, it's not a problem to me! It's a problem No, it's not a problem to me! They can't tell me what I can or cannot do And I won't hold them by the hand They can lay on the ground While I snipe from the top And see their life turn into sand Let me tell ya why It's a problem No, it's not a problem to me! It's a problem No, it's not a problem to me! It's a problem No, it's not a problem to me! It's a problem No, it's not a problem to me! It's a problem It's not a problem to me! It's a problem It's not a problem to me! It's a problem It's not a problem to me! It's a problem It's not a problem!
Writer(s): Ian St. Pe Brown, Jared Swilley, Joe Bradley, Cole Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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