Put It To Your Head - Horrorshow, FAME

From the spot where I sit in the middle of the playground

I watch as the children accept their fate

See round here, we never seem to see much change

But they still providing us with hourly updates

The bus lane’s full of traffic and the train’s running late

In a city full of strangers where every smile is fake

They pay top dollar just to watch you spill your sentiments

«Looks like Nick forgot to take his medicine»

Popped collar for the veterans

Centre stage fright, late night hype eyeing my competitors

And the cycle’s set in motion

With a money-back guarantee, the end result will get you open

Picture me as Lucky Stripe in the clubhouse

Love ain’t enough now, they want your blood

Hoping for violence, the first and second rules dictate

A code of silence with fight clubs in every major town

So come play around, but just know that

We don’t play around, quit holding your piece

You better say it now, you so throwback

What you afraid of now?

Famous, take 'em out

So you a chosen one, or just a loaded gun?

Better understand or get your shit overrun

We ain’t playing with this, so keep spraying your shit

Fall back to the sideline and wait for the *click*

Ayo Solo, let’s play Russian roulette

Pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head

We keep playing till something connects

We keep playing till something connects

Yeah, Fame, I’m down to play Russian roulette

So pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head

We keep playing till something connects

Okay, we in the centre right?

Fight-night limelighters

World stage pay with the highest prices

Nah, nah, my mans ain’t care who you’re better than

Old style weathering, end-tethering

From out here, we never seem to see much change

Re-up, re-hash but them all still sound plain

Crumbs on swaps for the belt

They ain’t saying nothing proper so we gotta take shots at ourself

Like please, someone put him in his place

He getting complacent, we past that, Solo come on pass that

Nah he ain’t really bout it, he ain’t really bout to blast that

Ask that, I’ma make my own spot vacant

So tell me what you want from me

We so total now, ya know Famine keep it lowbrow

Y’all keep score but I ain’t about the know-how

Mark this, boy we right on for the darkness

They tryna get in, we only tryna get out

Fresh out of fresh, I clown 'em like tadow

Vicarious, voyeuristic

All for the click, click, so down for the next round

So you a chosen one, or just a loaded gun?

Better understand or get your shit overrun

We ain’t playing with this, so keep spraying your shit

Fall back to the sideline and wait for the *click*

Ayo Fame, let’s play Russian roulette

Pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head

We keep playing till something connects

We keep playing till something connects

Yeah, Solo, I’m down to play Russian roulette

Pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head

We keep playing till something connects

Ayo Solo, let’s play Russian roulette

Pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head

We keep playing till something connects

We keep playing till something connects

Yeah, Fame, I’m down to play Russian roulette

So pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head

We keep playing till something connects

Ayo Fame, let’s play Russian roulette

Pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head

We keep playing till something connects

We keep playing till something connects

Yeah, Solo, I’m down to play Russian roulette

Pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head

We keep playing till something connects