jacob daley - bulletproof lyrics
[verse 1]
this is what church feel like
when nothing don’t feel right
well momma taught you karma ain’t a thing in the real life
these feel like my last words, i don’t know what death feels like
but all my dogs be pushing ’til the scars just don’t heal right
i’m asking father please just hold our hands through marlboros and arizona cans
’cause momma made a path for my ass that i’ll never understand
robby re been my dog for days through the hardest rain
made a couple hundred off some sh+t our parents called insane
life motto is “die before a hollow hits
and deal with all depression with a bottle or a dollar bill”
met a lotta kids up on that balcony on wilson lane
and now that wе’re all growing up, some sh+t don’t really hit thе same
i switch lot of fits, praying that the lotto hits
middle child blues, chuck a deuce for the problem kid
i made a promise to you, i’ll never change
and now you hate me ’cause my smile ain’t the same
[chorus]
well i live through you (sweet father, i think that i’m the [?])
my dog, my deity, deity (that’s right, that’s right)
and that’s od
brand new nike shoes sprinting ‘way from police
i ain’t never had no big homie og
so if i’m getting bagged, baby girl it’s on me
grab the recluse ’cause they be saying
f+ck i need bulletproof doors—
f+ck—f+ck i need—
f+ck i need bulletproof doors for dog?
f+ck i need bulletproof doors—
f+ck—f+ck i need—
f+ck i need bulletproof doors for dog?
f+ck i need—f+ck i need—
f+ck i need—f+ck i need—for dog?
f+ck i need—f+ck i need—
f+ck i need—f+ck i need—for dog?
[verse 2]
my momma want her ashes in delaware
so i’mma get ’em there
my brother started paying bills
my sister dance like fred astaire
friends and fam, this some friendly fire to the other side
four leaf clover, the lucky guy up on ninety five
rollercoaster, the f+cking ride that has been my life
holy ghost, please don’t take my life before twenty five
hush, feet up on the bus
luxury in lateness, i’m never in a rush
like this an excursion, your presence is a must
i kick her to the curb if she never earned my trust
must got a food [?], feud with the feds as usual
life get sad but beautiful like a new orleans funeral
i’m down to ride if that clears some confusion
got no army suits but my dogs living ruthless
i send a prayer up before we conclude sh+t
and round up the troops when i find a solution
[chorus]
well i live through you (sweet father, i think that i’m the [?])
my dog, my deity, deity (that’s right, that’s right)
and that’s od
brand new nike shoes sprinting ‘way from police
i ain’t never had no big homie og
so if i’m getting bagged, baby girl it’s on me
grab the recluse ’cause they be saying
f+ck i need bulletproof doors—
f+ck—f+ck i need—
f+ck i need bulletproof doors for dog?
f+ck i need bulletproof doors—
f+ck—f+ck i need—
f+ck i need bulletproof doors for dog?
f+ck i need—f+ck i need—
f+ck i need—f+ck i need—for dog?
f+ck i need—f+ck i need—
f+ck i need—f+ck i need—for dog?
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