I speak fast and I'm not gonna repeat myself, no So listen carefully to every word I say I'm the only one who's gonna get away With making excuses today You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have Blackmailed myself 'cause I ain't got anyone else This is a stick up, give us all your inspiration I've got the red carpet blues, baby So put your hands in the air and don't make a sound But don't get the wrong idea We're gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you And there's nothing in your head or pocket Throat or wallet that could change just how this goes No, we're gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you When I said that I'd return to you I meant more like a relapse Now and again I think his and her's, for better or worse But the only ring I want buried with me Are the ones around my eyes You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have I've got the red carpet blues baby So put your hands in the air and don't make a sound But don't get the wrong idea We're gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you And there's nothing in your head or pocket Throat or wallet that could change just how this goes And everyone shakes to the beat with a barrel down their throat Put your hands in the air and don't make a sound But don't get the wrong idea We're gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you And there's nothing in your head or pocket Throat or wallet that could change just how this goes Everyone shakes to the beat with a barrel down their throat But don't get the wrong idea We're gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you © CHICAGO X SOFTCORE SONGS; SONY/ATV SONGS LLC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com