Ive seen bullets flying overhead
I was sure that my 380 would protect me
It always sounded like New Years Eve
The way the fireworks pointed at me
Now Ive counted endless worries
Stacking sign but no gang banging
I found love in the projects
Neutral didn't rep no sets
Beats bang difficult on Sundays
From Moyewood to Davenport
Different places, common codes
Don't show metal til its time to use it
My parents raised me in church
Why the hell am I dodging bullets
Every year its the same
August proves to give me gray hair
Memories are picture frames
But the images are what give me nightmares
From good thoughts to bad deeds
Blood cousins to family
Ive made a home in harms way
The suburbs is where I lay
Tell me why am I dodging bullets
Rodrick Cliche - Dodging Bullets Lyrics
Rodrick Cliche - Dodging Bullets Lyrics
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Ive seen bullets flying overhead
I was sure that my 380 would protect me
It always sounded like New Years Eve
The way the fireworks pointed at me
Now Ive counted endless worries
Stacking sign but no gang banging
I found love in the projects
Neutral didn't rep no sets
Beats bang difficult on Sundays
From Moyewood to Davenport
Different places, common codes
Don't show metal til its time to use it
My parents raised me in church
Why the hell am I dodging bullets
Every year its the same
August proves to give me gray hair
Memories are picture frames
But the images are what give me nightmares
From good thoughts to bad deeds
Blood cousins to family
Ive made a home in harms way
The suburbs is where I lay
Tell me why am I dodging bullets
I was sure that my 380 would protect me
It always sounded like New Years Eve
The way the fireworks pointed at me
Now Ive counted endless worries
Stacking sign but no gang banging
I found love in the projects
Neutral didn't rep no sets
Beats bang difficult on Sundays
From Moyewood to Davenport
Different places, common codes
Don't show metal til its time to use it
My parents raised me in church
Why the hell am I dodging bullets
Every year its the same
August proves to give me gray hair
Memories are picture frames
But the images are what give me nightmares
From good thoughts to bad deeds
Blood cousins to family
Ive made a home in harms way
The suburbs is where I lay
Tell me why am I dodging bullets
Writer: Rodrick Simmons, Ryan Zimmerman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Rodrick Cliche
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Rodrick Simmons, Ryan Zimmerman