It's been a long time coming Lock, stock Coming for their livestock Running for they lives X2 What? Metal the metal The medals of honor pierce his chest Kettle the kettle; Man, his heart is black and bleeds for the d**h To all the rebels Living off the laws that fear suggests: He appears a mess But there's a message he's decoding And he's the envy of the unknowing All willing to picture it all perfect He talks into this mic with nothing in mind The image is all worth it No worship in his blood No curses worth believing in He's up and he's leaving a love for no reason. And He's making his rounds He pounds his chest and hits the streets He's bad to the bone with bad bones But he won't admit defeat Visits the meek; Who inherently speak From a well-oiled machine of a heart that won't back off Comes from a backlog of lost and tough luck He's completely punch-drunk But to exhausted to touch love. Breath He's kept tucked away with that new fame-proof innocence That's underage, and over paid-attention to And since he's destined to live without her destiny to rest into: He'll just search for recipies from injuries to exit wounds Sets the moonshine down Writes another victim's tune And washes the blood from his hands with drinks until his fingers prune Chorus X2 Verse 2 Never had faith in god Only trusts the custody he seeks And he'd just love to have you judge him by the company he keeps The company of wolves Customized and cunning Up-up and running wild in the streets Running! Running! He's cutting it close He's luxury-cla** He's up in the smoke and ash of habits And they broke him fast He's crashed Don't cross him He's wild in the sorrow But he manages his emotions and lights another Marlboro Like It's been a long time coming