To reach the ultimate high He wasn't bulletproof - shot himself the final round No man is bulletproof - it's destination underground Bulletproof - the chief is your medicine-man No man is bulletproof
the ultimate high He wasn't bulletproof - He shot himself the final round No man is bulletproof - It's destination underground Bulletproof - The chief is your medicine-man No man is bulletproof
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reach the ultimate high He wasn't bulletproof He shot himself the final round No man is bulletproof It's destination underground Bulletproof The chief is your medicine-man No man is bulletproof
a kite When he turned into a demon No way to calm him down Just like a Jekyl and Hyde He wasn't bulletproof - Shot himself the final round No man is bulletproof
as a kite When he turned into a demon No way to calm him down Just like a Jekyl and Hyde He wasn't bulletproof - Shot himself the final round No man is bulletproof
To reach the ultimate high He wasn't bulletproof He shot himself the final round No man is bulletproof It's destination underground Bulletproof The chief is your medicine-man No man is bulletproof
reach the ultimate high He wasn't bulletproof - He shot himself the final round No man is bulletproof - It's destination underground Bulletproof - The chief is your medicine-man No man is bulletproof
the run be the Black Stallion Now you fuckin wit Ticallion, hmmm Iron Lung, boy me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun I'ma get you none, accept challenge
right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
just chillin with killers at ma disposal, I have a feelin youll accept ma proposal. Put another dime in the jukebox, I love, rock n roll, Bulletproof
pound, back down Most brolic dude, try to move, hit him in the face Never again taste solid food, same shit I'm in solitude, or with the wildest crew Bulletproof
session, once again On the run be the Black Stallion Now you fuckin' wit Ticallion Iron Lung, boy, me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun I'ma get you none, accept
remain Caught you in the game For money to bleach I want it to stop But I can't be late My bulletproof soul Just fades away Deny the days of yours Accept
right back an' hear a tale Of a hustler 'round my way Who used to clock around the block From where my grandma stayed Black BMW with rims to match Windows bulletproof
side to the north side I wish somebody would tell me why We can't just straighten out all this mess At times I think my fat should be a bulletproof
