I could've been a doctor or a therapist
But instead, I became a pessimist
Rocked the crib, of baby misery
Called the shots, on self artillery
Wizards gotta gun in his back pocket
Bullets in the air, his head will stop it
Red waters running out the faucet
Mom's out shopping, shopping for a coffin
I could've been a lawyer for the prejudice
But instead, I became an anarchist
Slammed the door, on social lunacy
Politicians manipulate community
Broken Cloud Machine - Wizards Gotta Gun Lyrics
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I could've been a doctor or a therapist
But instead, I became a pessimist
Rocked the crib, of baby misery
Called the shots, on self artillery
Wizards gotta gun in his back pocket
Bullets in the air, his head will stop it
Red waters running out the faucet
Mom's out shopping, shopping for a coffin
I could've been a lawyer for the prejudice
But instead, I became an anarchist
Slammed the door, on social lunacy
Politicians manipulate community
But instead, I became a pessimist
Rocked the crib, of baby misery
Called the shots, on self artillery
Wizards gotta gun in his back pocket
Bullets in the air, his head will stop it
Red waters running out the faucet
Mom's out shopping, shopping for a coffin
I could've been a lawyer for the prejudice
But instead, I became an anarchist
Slammed the door, on social lunacy
Politicians manipulate community
Writer: Calvin Truelove
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid