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faded breezie – 10/01 lyrics

i ain’t sleep the same since october 1st
my black camaro like an open he-rs-, forreal
saw them bring her in it, her shoulders first
laid her down on my front seat, me and ethan had frozen nerves
he was in the back of my drop, holding her wounds, makin’ ’em clot
i was deep in that gps, foot on the gas, prayin’ to god
destination said 16 minutes, i told him we’ll make it in 8
thinkin’ like, “this a dream, isn’t it?”
sh-t, i’m still dyin’ to wake
cryin’ and achin’ i’m tryin’ to make it
swervin’ and cursin’ at drivers, impatient
h-lla traffic, i bullet past it
wonderin’ “how did them bullets p-ss him?
how did they hit this little girl?
what the f-ck? this a brittle world!”
20 years old, two bullet wounds
askin’ the lord to pull her thru
on tropicana in the bus lane, 90 on the dash, i’m barrelin’
drive into on-coming traffic, bust me a left on maryland
ethan says “i don’t feel a pulse”
i say “chill, she’s still with god”
“and she gon’ make it, you better bet that”
lookin’ back, i probably shouldn’t have said that
pull up to the entrance, but we still gotta find us the er
every second is precious, i know this
as i’m driving i’m feelin’ like a r-t-rd
where it at? can’t find it, keep goin, keep lookin
there it is! i see it, you know that i booked it
yeah
we the first victims at desert springs
where every night they say rest in peace
tonight’s just another one of ’em
trucks of people show by the dozen
nurses, doctors all lookin’ puzzled
wantin’ answers, man who doesn’t?
grab a woman out of that pickup truck, her head gushin’
her husband love her, he ain’t leave her
he cryin’ screamin’
half an hour ago it was a quiet evening
back inside and check on ethan
nurses are busy with cpr
i give him a hug, he ain’t need it
visibly i can see he’s in shock
he grabs her toes, they’re losin’ heat
she’s turnin’ cold, i’m in too deep
i can’t leave and i won’t yet
my girl called said she’s so stressed
she was there too we got separated
ask if she okay and she say she’ll make it
i say “okay, idk she’ll make it.”
she say “okay baby, go on stay there.”
life’s a (b-tch) and it doesn’t play fair
and death ain’t no better
lemme take you back and see if i remember…
like…look
route 91 2-17
i’m at the bar, pourin’ up a drink
my shift was over, you best believe
those busy nights had been testin’ me
i needed stress relief, s-x and sleep
jameson in a c0ke bottle, discretely
as i turn to leave and go watch aldean
i get stopped by another girl from my team
said she needs to pee and can i watch the bar?
i told her “hurry, please.”
i was irked, at least
but like hercules i was about to get stronger
yeah
the weekend just about wrapped up, ’bout get longer
listen, here starts the saga
it go!
(-gunshots-)
it sounds like fireworks, i don’t see no lights
i peddle back, back peddle, but i keep my sight
another second p-ss, another round ignites
and now i hear the screamin’, now i know what’s up
round 3 p-ssin’ by real close us
now i’m runnin’ with thousands
the festival ground is a war zone
everybody duckin’
i’m shoutin’
“yo get up and run!
that is a gun!”
get to my car, hit the gas and i’m gone
but i make a wrong turn, hit the strip and it’s closed
i flip in reverse then i hit the same road
that i was just fleein’ now people are on it
they cryin’ and bleedin’ i see ’em they goners
and that’s when they stop me
ask if i got a car seat
then i see the body
the night of this was october 1st
my black camaro was an open he-rs-
saw them bring her in it, her shoulders first
now you all caught up, so let me close the verse
go back in time and change the whole event
i’d drive faster make you hold your breath
as i cut the call with my girl
it start spinning ’round like a whirlwind
go back to ethan in the icu
he’s barely breathin’ his eyes are glued
to the woman that’s laid in that hospital bed
they grabbin’ the sheet and he stopped them and said
“are you sure?”
they said “i’m sorry, she’s in heaven”
covered her up, wrote on the sheet
jane doe 22:47
i hug him then tell him that i gotta go
my girl still in danger he tell me “i know”
i tell him i love him and grab up his number
he gives it to me while he’s callin’ her mother
…f-ck…
he say that her name is angela
i’m leavin’ the hospital, feelin’ lost, this woman catch me on a camera
i finally get to the mgm
the roads are blocked off they won’t let me in
i go anyway and i get to my boo
she hop in the whip now we finally cool
yeah
awake till the mornin’, exchangin’ our stories
thankful we livin’, facin’ it forward
and givin’ god glory
yeah

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