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scribe music - shooter x victim lyrics

please don’t pull any punches i’m not mayweather
let it shine on me like it’s may weather
and i’m aware i got no clue what i be asking for
the gravity finna handle me, knock me to the floor
empty this house and refill it with some better decor
the foundations been shaking so it can handle more
brighten the lamps on the road so i can see the signs
paul me over if speeding redirect my eyes
i’m trying find a pace, so i’ll complete race
only your word holds me proper like it’s a shoelace
i’ll cross over the waters, with the bridge that you gave
faith got me finessing like curry in the lane
sharks down below, but i can see the golden gates
i was singing outta key, now holy spirit automates
there’s beauty in surrender, i’d give all them day
where i couldn’t see the fruit in all them autumn days
let it fall

i’m the shooter and the victim
(the shooter)
the loser and the victor
(and the victim)
i’m the shooter and the victim
(the loser)
the loser and the victor
(and the victor)
i’m the shooter and the victim
(will live)
the loser and the victor
(forever)
shooter and the victim
(will live)
loser and the victor
(forever)

i’m the worst, even at my best
especially when brain is directed by my chest
it’s hard to see sun with these shades on, but who am i to deserve a chance to look upon
ya, i’m the shooter and the victim, the loser and the victor, i’m the tenant whose evicting
there’s a house with many rooms, but i’ve locked all the doors cuz it’s hard to be the moon
brought me to this place so i’ll get out the way
standing in the gap can bear a lot of weight
i’ve done it on my own for too long, howling in the night, but i’m gone after dawn
need somebody to say woh chemo sabe
standing at the cliff i wanna know you’ll never drop me
treat these prayer like they’re flares can you see the smoke
it’s curling in the air don’t let it disappear

i been ducking and runnin
zero to a hunned
jamaican like usain, see the dreads hang
from the island to the flatland
whole life in ya palm, i been seein gods plan
hands folded like a tattoo with the rosary
shaquille to kevin hart, your glory standin over me
closed palms over each song, like a david in the booth, lemme sing a new psalm
never one for the drama only the art of knowing
that there’ll be th-rns on the flowers they be throwing
blood ran but he still rose
devil tried to c-ck it back but his steel froze
he’s a coward tryna steal souls
ad he been acting like we still bros
but i been stomping on his head with a vengeance see the heal toe
lead me to the cross, that my father towed arms wide for my kin folk

the shooter and the victim
the loser and the victor
will live forever

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