My Bars Lyrics & Chords By Foot

Not a trace or print, left with leather gloves Some of y’all love the helluva broad Life’s staring down the barrel of my elephant gun It’s tax season and you scrap...read more

I saw this before it happened Was given an omen Since the beginning, I imagined an opus Instant classic, tunnel vision is focused So cinematic, when you living in the moment ...read more