RAMBO - Zack Cokas, Cloudy Nueve

Feeling like Rambo

Shooting my shot and I run out of ammo

Know I’m the man though

She sipping all night just to finish a handle

Pull out a camel

Tell her It not worth the buzz

I ain’t mad though

Play like piano

Done with the night when we end up Commando

End of the night, yeah

I might take off in some Nikes, yeah

I’m feeling right, yeah

Sometimes I’m outta my mind, yeah

Hop on the mic, yeah

Think about you when I write, yeah

Think about you when I write, yeah

I’m in the light

I might fight

For my life

It’s on sight

All these girls

Not my type

Not my type

Not my type, yeah

Feeling like Rambo

Shooting my shot and I run out of ammo

Know I’m the man though

She sipping all night just to finish a handle

Pull out a camel

Tell her It not worth the buzz

I ain’t mad though

Play like piano

Done with the night when we end up Commando