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jarren benton - the shooter lyrics

[hook: whatever we are]
i don’t f-ck with you or your town
voices in my head going wild
push me to my edge and i die
y’all gon’ test me or not, y’all gon’ test me or not

[verse 1: jarren benton]
f-ck ’em all, f-ck ’em all
i hear them talking in the halls
they making fun of all my flaws
i feel so alone and lost
god i hate this f-cking school, who made these f-cking rules
swear that this ain’t cool, and all this f-cking pressure what is there to prove
and i am so confused, and i am finna lose it
i might flip and oohh!
probably hurt someone
plus the sh-t that i get from my mom back at home makes the perfect storm
only thing to bring calm is the percs i’m on
hide the way that i feel play the perfect son
when she sleep i take cash out her purse and run and go buy drugs everything just to blow up numb
now it’s back up to school with the jocks i don’t get it
pretentious b-tches mind your business
i hear your whispers and your disses
they call me weird b-tch i’m a misfit
the homie just p-ssed away
and i can’t do cl-ss today
i’d rather get smashed astray
from this place stuck in h-ll all these b-st-rds fake
one more kid call me weird i’ma bash his face
all this pain, i might turn to a basket case
i don’t fit in so our peers can hate
where the f-ck is the god i just ask for faith
these voices in my head, they force me to the edge
and i am not prepared to make it through the day
to many tears i’ve shed, these stresses got me scared
it’s best if i was dead
my dad ask about my day, i lie and say it was great
he don’t know all the sh-t i take, i just suppress then get high then i drift away
i lock myself in my room catch a wave of the tune, of my favorite rapper then i gaze at the moon
i dreamt tomorrow shifted, day was a doom
pray i’m left alone and maybe sh-t’ll be cool man
but f-ck it, uh
i sit here sad for what
sick of being here mad as f-ck, i steal the gun from my dad then i pack it up
off to school with the tool, i don’t brag or bluff
f-ck around they don’t know that the strap is tucked
this for all of the times that they laughed at us
i pull out the gun out the bag, think i’ve had enough
i tell ’em

[hook: whatever we are]
i don’t f-ck with you or your town
voices in my head going wild
push me to my edge and i die
y’all gon’ test me or not, y’all gon’ test me or not

[bridge: whatever we are]
pull up on a kid one time and i drop ya like an 808
pull up on a kid one time and i drop ya like an 808
pull up on a kid one time and i drop ya like an 808
pull up on a kid one time and i drop ya like an 808

[hook: whatever we are]
i don’t f-ck with you or your town
voices in my head going wild
push me to my edge and i die
y’all gon’ test me or not, y’all gon’ test me or not

- jarren benton lyrics

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