Young Fathers - Hangman Lyrics
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Hangman
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What Are The Lyrics For Hangman By Young Fathers?
I'm almost there. I'm almost there, but not quite
Traveling through the bayou, feel the eeriness at sunset My senses on high alert, so I say, "Hello! Who's there?" Nothing Like a whistle in the wind as I move on forward I hear the leaves rustling leaves rustling In a state of grace words I shouldn't have said are all forgiven All the days of bad forgotten But still, to me, revenge is a dish best served cold Like ice cold with an ice pick and a blindfold I'm going, going, gone. I said, "I'm going, going, gone" Time to meet your maker. Time to meet your maker I'm prowling, growling, howling Hangman A bullet a piece for the two of you (Hey) For you Low deep nasty You chopping me down like the Amazon No getting past me Two feet in the air You wouldn't last a marathon Racing with the panther The maximum price-ah Curator of the faith-ah I'm never too late-ah Don't shoot the messenger Shoot the messenger's mother Fffffucker Hangman A bullet a piece for the two of you (Motherfucker) For you (Fatherfucker) Hangman A bullet a piece for the two of you For you Hangman A bullet a piece for the two of you For you Hangman A bullet a piece for the two of you For you |
Who Wrote Hangman By Young Fathers?
Alloysious Massaquoi, Graham Hastings, Kayus Bankole, Timothy Brinkhurst
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What's The Duration Of The Hangman By Young Fathers?The duration of Hangman is 2:53 minutes and seconds. |
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