Leigh-Anne: Dead And Gone

There's a fire in the sky burning holes through an innocent soul and the smoke goes black
Red dot pressed up against the mind of a saint from the sinner, pop offs that you can't take back

Bullets for words shooting off of my tongue
Oh, Lord, oh, what have I done?
The funny thing is
The funny thing is
You're only someone when somebody kills you
A murder scene leave her dead and gone

Lift your head to the sky, baby, you know time keeps on passing by
No more, better behave
Throw the dirt on the grave
No, she can't be saved
She's dead and gone
Oh, she's dead, she's gone
She's dead and gone
Oh, she's dead and gone

Blowing up the past, drop a rose for the shy girl
I'm hot-blooded and cold
Moment of silence for a bit, here's your hit
Five fingers to your face 'cause you know it slaps

Bullets for words shooting off of my tongue
Oh, Lord, oh, what have I done?
The funny thing is
The funny thing is
You're only someone when somebody kills you
A murder scene leave her dead and gone

Lift your head to the sky, baby, you know time keeps on passing by
No more, better behave
Throw the dirt on the grave
No, she can't be saved
She's dead and gone
Oh, she's dead, she's gone
She's dead and gone
Oh, she's dead and gone

Can't keep a good woman down
Pan tap, me a will rise again
For who God bless, no one can ever curse
Dead and gone

Lift your head to the sky, baby, you know time keeps on passing by
No more, better behave
Throw the dirt on the grave
No, she can't be saved
She's dead and gone
Oh, she's dead, she's gone
She's dead and gone
Oh, she's dead and gone
She's dead and gone
Oh, she's dead, she's gone
She's dead and gone
Oh, she's dead and gone