My Gun

The front of her
The back of the car
She laughs
As I open my arms
I was so high
And she shot me down so bad
Ripped me apart
I need my peace back

My gun, oh my gun give me a reason
My gun, oh my friend you're gonna need one

I could still keep your bed warm
The judge sleeps in my top drawer
Cocked back and loaded
Ready to shoot
Baby tonight love
I'm giving it to you

My gun, oh my God, I'll give you freedom
My gun, oh my God, you're gonna need 'em
You wanna hold me down to see how I react
You wanna have control give me my bullets back
It's my gun, my gun, I'll make you famous

The front of you in the back of the car
You laugh as I open my, as I open my, as I open
My gun, oh my God, give me a reason
My gun, oh my friend, you're gonna need one
Ohhhh

You'll wish you had one now



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Paul Cowell, Joseph Parella, Jonathan Joseph Rodney, Jon Leidersdorff, Christopher Donofrio
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link