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Gun to My Head Video (MV)




Performed By: J. Miles
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: james johnson




J. Miles - Gun to My Head Lyrics
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I wish I was Dead and Cold
I wish I was dead
I wish I was Dead and Cold
I wish I was dead
Wishin I was dead, gun to my head
Got me feeling on this pressure pull the trigger just let
Feeling all this dread saying f*ck what they said
Put the gun to my head
Man the walls was all white now the walls is all red
Gun to my head, gun full of lead
Gun got me thinking what I said
Thinking bout my life, thinking bout my lies
And the tears in your eyes as I put that shit in drive
And I left it all behind
Now you're haunting all my days
And you're running through my mind
Now I'm wishing for the days
Back when you were only mine
But I went and said goodbye
Now I'm doing 105 down the I-95
Drinking so much Slim Shady wouldn't drive
Pedal to the metal baby now its do our die
Thinking to myself never wish I was alive
Dead, gun to my head
Got me feeling on this pressure pull the trigger just let
Feeling all this dread saying f*ck what they said
Put the gun to my head
Man the walls was all white now the walls is all red
Dead, gun full of lead
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Put the gun to my head now the crown's on the ground
Lookie here, here and now, I ain't got a loud voice
But I got a lot to say and I got a lot of sounds
And I know I wasn't there but you know I'm here now
And I write it all for you, I don't write it for the crowds
All this pain in my chest almost put me in the ground
So I'm looking back on us, looking back on the past yeah
All the good times baby gone in a flash
Why I went and f*cked it up, why I couldn't make us last
Why I went and f*cked us up, why I put us in the past
Now I'm sitting on this bench puff my last cigarette
Thinking bout my life and the stress and the press
I confess yeah I got a lot of f*cking regrets
Staring at this gun, wishing
Within I was Dead, gun to my head
Got me feeling on this pressure pull the trigger just let
Feeling all this dread saying f*ck what they said
Put the gun to my head
Man the walls was all white now the walls is all red
(All red)
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I wish I was Dead and Cold
I wish I was dead
I wish I was Dead and Cold
I wish I was dead
Wishin I was dead, gun to my head
Got me feeling on this pressure pull the trigger just let
Feeling all this dread saying f*ck what they said
Put the gun to my head
Man the walls was all white now the walls is all red
Gun to my head, gun full of lead
Gun got me thinking what I said
Thinking bout my life, thinking bout my lies
And the tears in your eyes as I put that shit in drive
And I left it all behind
Now you're haunting all my days
And you're running through my mind
Now I'm wishing for the days
Back when you were only mine
But I went and said goodbye
Now I'm doing 105 down the I-95
Drinking so much Slim Shady wouldn't drive
Pedal to the metal baby now its do our die
Thinking to myself never wish I was alive
Dead, gun to my head
Got me feeling on this pressure pull the trigger just let
Feeling all this dread saying f*ck what they said
Put the gun to my head
Man the walls was all white now the walls is all red
Dead, gun full of lead
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Put the gun to my head now the crown's on the ground
Lookie here, here and now, I ain't got a loud voice
But I got a lot to say and I got a lot of sounds
And I know I wasn't there but you know I'm here now
And I write it all for you, I don't write it for the crowds
All this pain in my chest almost put me in the ground
So I'm looking back on us, looking back on the past yeah
All the good times baby gone in a flash
Why I went and f*cked it up, why I couldn't make us last
Why I went and f*cked us up, why I put us in the past
Now I'm sitting on this bench puff my last cigarette
Thinking bout my life and the stress and the press
I confess yeah I got a lot of f*cking regrets
Staring at this gun, wishing
Within I was Dead, gun to my head
Got me feeling on this pressure pull the trigger just let
Feeling all this dread saying f*ck what they said
Put the gun to my head
Man the walls was all white now the walls is all red
(All red)
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Writer: james johnson
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