A Boy and His Love Gun Songtext
von Guttermouth
A Boy and His Love Gun Songtext
If you′re thinking you'll cheat on me
And if you′re thinking I wanna wanna
See me take that fall, best heed this wake up call
'Cause I got a brother, he's got a gun
I bet that you don′t wanna wanna
Use me for your fun
I′m not some hit and run
I got a problem, got a girl who really ain't much fun
I got a girl who′s got a brother who threatens with a gun
I'm running out I′m running out of options this is true
So I know now what I must do
You can lick my balls you can eat my shit
If I had the nerve I'd throttle throttle
Your carcass to the wall
Will see who takes the fall
You had a brother now I got a gun
I ease down on the throttle throttle
It was so much fun
Now he′s the hit and run
I got a problem, got a girl who really ain't much fun
I got a girl who's got a brother who threatens with a gun
I′m running out I′m running out of options this is true
So I know now what I must do
I'm finding satisfaction of what′s before my eyes
The bruises on her arms and legs doubled in size
Like milk our love went sour
I wish you lots of luck
I use to call you sweet pea
Now you're shit out go luck
I got a problem, got a girl who really ain′t much fun
I got a girl who's got a brother who threatens with a gun
I′m running out I'm running out of options this is true
So I know now what I must do
And if you′re thinking I wanna wanna
See me take that fall, best heed this wake up call
'Cause I got a brother, he's got a gun
I bet that you don′t wanna wanna
Use me for your fun
I′m not some hit and run
I got a problem, got a girl who really ain't much fun
I got a girl who′s got a brother who threatens with a gun
I'm running out I′m running out of options this is true
So I know now what I must do
You can lick my balls you can eat my shit
If I had the nerve I'd throttle throttle
Your carcass to the wall
Will see who takes the fall
You had a brother now I got a gun
I ease down on the throttle throttle
It was so much fun
Now he′s the hit and run
I got a problem, got a girl who really ain't much fun
I got a girl who's got a brother who threatens with a gun
I′m running out I′m running out of options this is true
So I know now what I must do
I'm finding satisfaction of what′s before my eyes
The bruises on her arms and legs doubled in size
Like milk our love went sour
I wish you lots of luck
I use to call you sweet pea
Now you're shit out go luck
I got a problem, got a girl who really ain′t much fun
I got a girl who's got a brother who threatens with a gun
I′m running out I'm running out of options this is true
So I know now what I must do
Writer(s): Mark Adkins, Geoff Armstrong, Justin Adam Vanwestbroek, Matthew Robert Willis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com