John doesn't have an Uzi, or any other assault weapon.
Even I don't, and I wrote the song.
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UZI FOR MY BIRTHDAY
It don’t matter if you’re wrong or right
Got nothin’ to do with bein’ Black or White
Don’t even matter if you live or die
I’m just sick of the bullshit
I don’t need more lies
Uzi for my birthday, now I’m on a rooftop
I don’t need a reason, I just do what I want
Hey what you’re talkin’ ‘bout’s lunacy
What’s a matter?
I’m just tryin’ to be free
I don’t need no targets cause you’re all the same
We’re all guilty
None of us to blame
If things had been dif’rent then,
This could be you
Whatchya think about that and
Whatchya gonna do?
Uzi for my birthday, now I’m on a rooftop
Hey what you’re talkin’ ‘bout’s lunacy
I don’t wanna tell you what I been through, cause
You won’t understand unless you’d been there too
On how it could be worse
But it could be the most
This is the eighth house
And I’m your host
Uzi for my birthday, now I’m on a rooftop
I don’t need a reason I just do what I want
Hey what you’re talkin’ ‘bout’s lunacy
But by the light of the Moon I brought you closer to me
I, I, I
You’re all gonna die
You’re gonna die, die, die
This is the eighth house bomp.
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--Bryan