Out laws
Fuck laws
Quick draws
Two brahs
Rhyme reasons
Change seasons
Stomp snakes
All it takes
Is some faith
Gonna break
Down the news
Tell a few
Lost dudes
Pay their dues
Stop fronting
Get hunting
In the fields
Where it's real
And we feel
That the deal
Is that prayer
Can take care
Of the most
Of the host
Of the sinners
But the winners
Gotta take
The whole cake
Blades and all
Maybe fall
Like a tear
Have no fear
We got love
From above
And because
That we know
That we sow
Seeds to grow
For the seventh
We've repented
Of our errors
And the terrors
Found the road
We were told
By the White
Buffalo
Woman
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