He trades his guns for love, but he's caught in a crossfire.
He keeps waking up,
But it's not to the sound of birds.
The tyranny,
The violent streets,
Deprived of all that we're blessed with!
We can't get enough,
No.
Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners to play as saints,
You'd be so proud of what we made.
I hope you got some beds around,
'Cause your the only refuge now.
For every mother, every child,
Every brother,
Thats caught in a Crossfire!
*Music*
Thats caught in a Crossfire!
*Music*
I trade my luck to know,
Why he's caught in a crossfire.
Now I'm here waking up,
To the sun and the sound of birds.
Societies,
Anxiety,
Deprives of all that we're blessed with.
We just can't get enough,
No.
Heaven if you sent us down
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners to play as saints,
You'd be so proud of what we made.
I hope you got some beds around,
'Cause your the only refuge now.
For every mother, every child,
Every brother,
Thats caught in a Crossfire!
*Music*
That's caught in a crossfire!
*Music*
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Can I trust what I'm given,
If faith still needs a gun?
And I can't see,
From the back seat,
Asking from above,
Can I trust what I'm given,
Even when it cuts?
So, heaven if you sent us down!
So we could build a playground!
For the sinners to play as saints!
You'd be so proud of what we made!
I hope you got some beds around!
'Cause your the only refuge now!
For every mother!
For every child!
Every brother!
THATS CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE!
Thats caught in the crossfire!
(Heyy yaa! Ooo!!)
Thats caught in the crossfire.
(Thats caught in the crossfire, baby! Baby!)
Thats caught in the cross...
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Ships and Lyrics
RandomI made this for all the ships in my stories. I also made this for the songs that inspired my stories. Enjoy motherfuckerz (I'm sorry)
