Hang Em High (Losers Anthem) Lyrics
About 5 years been hanging with this fool
The vibe was down everything was cool.
420 buddy most our times were nutty
I guess over time our friends get funny
Money feeds needs, needs feed greed
PH trees he had to puff see.
Flipped on me into a backstabbing breed
Transformed my man into a wannabe!!!!!!!!
I say we hang 'em high!
Used to be the man, now you're just a backstabber
My sense of trust knocked down to a lower level.
Digging a hole, you probably stole the damn shovel.
You used to be my friend, but now you're just a backstabber.
My sense of trust knocked down to a lower level.
Digging a hole, you probably stole the damn shovel.
You wanna be the man on top, but you got no skills.
You wanna be the man on top, you need a miracle pill.
Even new friends I back to the end reached out through
words.
They had the nerve called off the dogs,
Didn't want to be involved.
But saving the friend's life still got cut by the
knife
Spineless swine to had to turn over much too soon
for things to blow over.
Wishing so hard to be down with a scene transformed
my man into a wannabe!!!
I say we hang 'em high!
Used to be the man, now you're just a backstabber
My sense of trust knocked down to a lower level.
Digging a hole, you probably stole the damn shovel.
You used to be my friend, but now you're just a backstabber.
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Used to be the man, now you're just a backstabber
My sense of trust knocked down to a lower level.
Digging a hole, you probably stole the damn shovel.
You used to be my friend, but now you're just a backstabber.
You wanna be the man on top, but you got no skills.
You wanna be the man on top, you need a miracle pill.
You wanna be the man on top, but you got no skills.
You wanna be the man on top, you need a miracle pill.
Used to be the man, now you're just a backstabber
My sense of trust knocked down to a lower level.
Digging a hole, you probably stole the damn shovel.
You used to be my friend, but now...
