The fallen leaves are blowing in the autumn wind,
the man never looks back,
the setting sun will show his shadow on the ground.
Not like weak ass thugs.
he won't pull his sword out, pull his sword out,
because once it's out,
he'll come hard, he'll come hard.
He shows his loneliness only to the cloud,
man never cry out,
the setting sun will show his shadow on the ground
Like a nightmare.
Not like weak ass thugs,
he won't pull his sword out, pull his sword out,
because once it's out,
he'll come hard, he'll come hard.
Not like weak ass thugs
He won't pull his sword out, pull his sword out,
because once it's out,
he'll come hard.
You better believe it!!