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)

Cause I ain't got anyone else

This is a stick up

Give us all your inspiration

And 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

Whoa

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

And 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

And 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

Crédito: GCA MARCUS