Absolute banger. Dream has gotta be one of the best YouTubers who sings on occasion. I think I'm the first one to upload this ^w^
Lyrics: Simple story 'bout a man that got framed on a wall Had a picture and a name and a number to call They started ringing, started singing out his name in the hall No one wondered if he did it at all There's a mob at the door, it's about to get bloody Had some friends by his side who were acting real funny They said, "The town's outside and it ain't even sunny And the bounty is a whole lot of money" He's sweating, he's bleeding He's having trouble breathing His friends died, there's no time He ain't even grieving He's kicking, he's screaming But he can take a beating So he just keeps repeating My arms, my legs, my heart My skull, my brain, my blood But not my soul Stab me in my back, my friend Fill me with adrenaline My arms, my legs, my heart My skull, my brain, my blood But not my soul Kick me, I'll get up again Fill me with adrenaline He's getting up, yeah, he's getting up He's looking rough, he 'bout had enough And so he stands, puts down his hands Tries to be a man, tries to be a man But there's a place in his mind where he's still just a kid And he knows that he's grown, but they're under his skin 'Cause the scars on his back fits the knife in his ribs Trades an eye for an eye and a fist for a fist He's sweating, he's bleeding He's having trouble breathing His friends died, there's no time He ain't even grieving He's kicking, he's screaming But he can take a beating So he just keeps repeating My arms, my legs, my heart My skull, my brain, my blood But not my soul Stab me in my back, my friend Fill me with adrenaline My arms, my legs, my heart My skull, my brain, my blood But not my soul Kick me, I'll get up again Fill me with adrenaline Yeah, outside tryna mind my business Whole town tryna bring me down, like Guess I can't trust nobody in it Lookin' up when they try to make me look bad Two faces, which do I look at? Ain't it crazy how the lames duckin' and never put 'em up But seem to love to jab? My house, my car, take all I have My friends to foes, the clothes off my back When they burn it all to a crisp, I'ma build it back up again Ain't no pit stops on this road trip, only fuel we got's adrenaline My arms, my legs, my heart My skull, my brain, my blood But not my soul Stab me in my back, my friend Fill me with adrenaline My arms, my legs, my heart My skull, my brain, my blood But not my soul Kick me, I'll get up again Fill me with adrenaline With adrenaline With adrenaline With adrenaline
