B-
Artist of the stars, people of the sun,
Gather round fire, fear thunder, bang drum,
Circle the wagons and let the dragon light the night sky,
He just a vagabond looking for a place to lye and rest,
A half blood wild eye roaming bout the west,
His dark leathered skin paints a crooked dusty brim,
He double barreled best from his chest to his chin,
Throwing caution give a fuck to the wind,
Cuz he’s a gunslinger,
He’s the last man standing,
Clear the dust pay respects to your fam ,
He a gunslinger,
He’s a one of his kind,
A man of few words when he speaks then your ahh ahh.
Bridge-
Outwest, where sun never sets,
There’s a new kinda crew tight (vokab),
On the run so long forgot what day’s like
Ghostride with them gunslingers.
Chorus-
Hey, eyes on that prize man, keep your steel close and hide your gold,
Hey aye, eyes on that open range, you best break town man, we getting close,
Ghostride with them gunslingers.
H-
An 808 breaks bust rattle the dust,
Sand blasts through earth and we here to make the ground crack,
But we here to make the ground shake,
Look him in the eyes and the rest how the west won,
The lead writes a little harder,
Lead like the plate of amour,
Red like the neck of farmers,
Spread like the west started ,
Fed like we digest,
Lies like a crows nest,
Greens like we been dressed,
Then rise like we wing blessed,
Life is a blast, shoot straight from the barrel,
And the lightning will pass, boots shake from the thunder,
With the sun on our back we bringing heat to your bunker,
Better form an attack or be beat by the drum.
Tumble weeds, rumble we, trouble in them town streets
Huddle deep, call the beast, beef baby gotta eat
But I like this,
Control, switch and go,
Get cha flow, get cha ya coal,
Get ya stole, right we roll
Take your soul, out control
Rally hearts, we hard serving up hits like the last outlaw, we out west.
CH-
Deploi-
Gunslinger, desert rat like William Money,
Unforgiven, feeling cloudy even when its sunny,
Never shower, face scruffy & my boots muddy,
Yeah I'm kicking shit like William Bonney, The kids gunning,
Crash your table, brand your cattle with the posse's label,
Burn your wagons, blazing arrows, pistolero's here to blaze ya,
Kick like a horse huff,
Competition ain't crooks,
Here I got the dead mans hand,
Who wanna take a look,
Double Aces & 8's,
Revolvers on my waste,
Just like Wild Bill, I'll never got shot in my face,
So back stabbers, plot & money grabbers,
You best to shoot first
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