Tilt
Lyrics
Got the cylinder spinnin'
Only way that you are winnin'
Build your courage up with some liquor
As the game beginning
Here's the bullet load it in the fuckin' chamber bitch
I don't give a fuck I wanna watch you squeeze the trigger bitch
Fear of death don't affect you man you must be sick
The room is silent as we listen for the hammer click
Anticipation as the money casts its fucking curse
Double or nothing tell me what you think your life is worth
You're on your own in this game of chance
Your greed is growing money doesn't last
Throughout history
Russian roulette always spoke to me
Fated to win or your put out of your misery
It's an addiction and your flying off the fucking handle
If you lose Ill take your soul its your final gamble
Take your turn I hope you paint me such a pretty picture
What you been drinking you won't feel a thing that's a potent mixture
I get so high when i watch the life fade from your eyes
Another win and I'll devour on more cosmic prize
Writer(s): John Illingworth
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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