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letra de rubber bullets - roots of creation

na-na-na-na-na-na-na
na-na-na-na

[chorus]
whoah-oh-oh
can’t you see
you can’t k!ll me with your rubber bullets
whoah-oh-oh
can’t you see
you can’t hurt me with your rubber bullets
whoah-oh-oh
can’t you see
you can’t k!ll me with your rubber bullets

so you better start puttin’ back in yah pocket, before a real glock hits you and the garbage man will pick you up

[verse 1]
haters trippin’
how have i done you wrong
chant you down on the microphone
you better think twice before my guitar hits your dome
this sh-t is real when i’m in the zone
murderer
can’t touch my flow
no po-po or woman gonna get my dough
bullets fired, from outta ya mouth
bounce off me and make me start to doubt your love
ya gwan test me?!
then test me proper
or you better have insurance
you’re gonna need a doctor
check this out
night nurse cursed me
make me wanna scream and shout

[verse 2]
your words can’t make me bleed
when i fire back it helps to feed
the fire burnin’ high and the flames of jealousy
it’s so strange how people close to you feel this way
i am a one man army, take the world today

[bridge]
can’t you see
can’t you see
what these people make me go through
can’t you see
can’t you see
oh, what the world has done to me

[bridge]
whoah-oh-oh-oh
whoah-oh-oh-oh – yea-ah!
whoah-oh-oh-oh
whoah-oh-oh-oh – yea-ah!
whoah-oh-oh-oh
whoah-oh-oh-oh – yeaaaah!

so you better start puttin’ back in ya pocket, before a real glock hits you

- roots of creation

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