Utility: Features 1/1 digitally signed album cover art

Special note: I don't condone gun violence. The lyrics are speaking metaphorically about art. I want to paint the city with my character, my vibrance and my expression.







Lyrics:

I reminisce about my childhood

Trying to make it make sense (sense)

Thinking back to how my mind swirled

Trying to process what it meant

Didn’t sign up for the lies, world

Look what happened, what they sent

Was going up, on a Tuesday,

Woke me up, it was dooms day

Something different in the fumes..

Trying to grasp all the mood swangs

I got my own set of rules, cus these broken schools only teach to lose

Mama, mama, wanna be a gangster, tryna make the news

City hot, I gotta make a move, aint he hot or not gotta lot to prove

(BRIDGE)

Trouble child, trouble child,

Now don’t you settle down on the moon

Now don’t you settle down on the moon

(CHORUS)

Anyway,

I’m a bastard stuck on a blood hunt

Chasing the moon, cant wait for the suns up

Shooting out, pointing the guns up

On The Edge

Thinking bout painting the city red

Mama, dont

Mama, dont

Mama, dont

Say Mama, dont worry

Anyway

I’m a bastard stuck on a blood hunt

Chasing the moon, cant wait for the suns up

Shooting out, pointing the guns up

On the edge

Thinking bout painting the city red

Mama, dont

Mama, dont

Mama, dont

Say Mama, dont worry

(VERSE 2)

I know

Misery is cut throat

Seen it through the gun smoke

They can’t match the gusto

And I feel acid rain

Falling on my head top

Dripping down these dread locs

Think I hit my sweet spot

So I cannot complain

This is what i’m meant for

Spice the uneventful,

Seen it in my dreams, made me believe, but wasn’t simple

Now its got me sea sick

Floating through the deep end

Washing out the demons

(BRIDGE)

Trouble child, trouble child,

Now don’t you settle down on the moon.

(CHORUS)

Anyway,

I’m a bastard stuck on a blood hunt

Chasing the moon, cant wait for the suns up

Shooting out, pointing the guns up

On The Edge

thinking bout painting the city red

Mama, dont

Mama, dont

Mama, dont

Say Mama, dont worry

Anyway,

I’m a bastard stuck on a blood hunt

Chasing the moon, cant wait for the suns up

Shooting out, pointing the guns up

On The Edge

thinking bout painting the city red

Mama, dont

Mama, dont

Mama, dont

Say Mama, dont worry

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Written by Ramsay Almighty

Produced by Pilotkid & 8een

Mixed by Ty Danelley