All I Want by Earl Stan Lyrics
All I want is a cold black trigger
And a black jean, winner
Oh you call it, sinner
All I want is a cold calm river
And a big six figures
And a big fake cigare
Straight shit, like a rack boy, fit
Nice kid, now he′s bloody as shit
All he wants is a cold black trigger
And a big real anger
And a fake good reason
All he wants is a cold black trigger
And a big real anger
And a fake good reason
Bitch you want my car
I know girl you want my heart
Fuck, I step aside
I know my mind is trap
We were driving all night
Shave my head, I wanna fight
Silly girl wants codeine
Lonely in the club I know you'll never gonna call me
So stupid, shotgun in my brain
You know I took my life
But maybe next day I′ll own fame
All I want is a cold black triggеr
And a black jean, winner
Oh you call it, sinner
All I want is a cold black triggеr
And a black jean, winner
Oh you call it, sinner
All I want is a cold calm river
A a big six figures
And a big fake cigare
Straight shit, like a rack boy, fit
Nice kid, now he's bloody as shit
All he wants is a cold black trigger
And a big real anger
And a fake good reason
And a black jean, winner
Oh you call it, sinner
All I want is a cold calm river
And a big six figures
And a big fake cigare
Straight shit, like a rack boy, fit
Nice kid, now he′s bloody as shit
All he wants is a cold black trigger
And a big real anger
And a fake good reason
All he wants is a cold black trigger
And a big real anger
And a fake good reason
Bitch you want my car
I know girl you want my heart
Fuck, I step aside
I know my mind is trap
We were driving all night
Shave my head, I wanna fight
Silly girl wants codeine
Lonely in the club I know you'll never gonna call me
So stupid, shotgun in my brain
You know I took my life
But maybe next day I′ll own fame
All I want is a cold black triggеr
And a black jean, winner
Oh you call it, sinner
All I want is a cold black triggеr
And a black jean, winner
Oh you call it, sinner
All I want is a cold calm river
A a big six figures
And a big fake cigare
Straight shit, like a rack boy, fit
Nice kid, now he's bloody as shit
All he wants is a cold black trigger
And a big real anger
And a fake good reason