Gao the Arsonist - GUNSLINGER [VISUAL]
Directed by Zak Watson + Gao the Arsonist
Cinematography by Zak Watson
Editing by Zak Watson
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Lyrics:
I'll be empty-handed if I ever drop the gun tucked in my belt
Rummage through my pockets but there's nothing much to offer but myself
I don't got a choice
There's violence in my skillset
Now I'm self-employed for targets clients haven't killed yet
I tried robbing Lady Justice blind for her blade
Just ended up with bodies of the tyrants next to children
Eyes locked on the chalkboard info
Presidents spent time in the penthouse
Nigga shot through the top-floor window
I don't have a lot to love
I don't have the stock for kinfolk
Watch me abandon values just like the godless flock to the temple
Botched the event
It was not for the gentle
Eyes locked onto the chalkboard
If I blink I'll fall through the boardwalk
Still flinch at the shots like a wardog
Knight's bloodstained armour shines like any precious metal as long as the sword drawn
The high of the job hasn't worn off
I would cry 'cause I thought I was born wrong
Lost what I swore on
Lost what I
HUH
I'll be empty-handed if I ever drop the gun tucked in my belt
Rummage through my pockets but there's nothing much to offer but myself
I'll be empty-handed if I ever drop the gun tucked in my belt
(Gunslinger)
(Body found in alley)
(All my bounties tallied)
(Every night I count it)
(Add it up)
Rummage through my pockets but there's nothing much to offer but myself
(Tongue withered)
(I miss the sound of any voice that isn't coming from somebody I just bound but that's enough)
Eyes locked on the chalkboard info
Presidents spent time in the penthouse
Nigga shot through the top-floor window
I don't have a lot to love
I don't have the stock for kinfolk
Watch me abandon values just like the godless flock to the temple
Botched the event
It was not for the gentle
Eyes locked onto the chalkboard
If I blink I'll fall through the boardwalk
Still flinch at the shots like a wardog
Knight's bloodstained armour shines like any precious metal as long as the sword drawn
The high of the job hasn't worn off
I would cry 'cause I thought I was born wrong
Lost what I swore on
Lost what I
HUH
Gao
Gao
You've been staring at the chalkboard for hours, man
Why don't you give it a little break?