PISTOL WHIP (Alternate Mix)
She said "I got a new dude with his number in my phone, and I text him instead of you, when
I'm feeling alone, I'm sorry about that, but if you're gonna play the game at least play it like a real man."
She thinks playin' the game means you always win,
Make the right moves, grow up rich
Or something to that effect, yeah it'll be the best, but then I said:
"The game you play is the wrong one, never take money and fame over fun
Buncha fake fucks diggin' your grave, pissin' on the tombstone walkin' away"
Fuck it
Take me to the Promise Land cause I gotta lotta that
Halfway there bullshit, and I think you know it
Thank you very much but I think I've had enough
Cause by now a broken heart won't be fixed by blessin' up
I'm so
Into this love that seems to hit with a blunt force trauma of a pistol whip
I can feel the words on your lips, you're shootin' quick and you never miss
But I wish you did
She said "Jesus Christ don't let that happen, I just put my hair back and threw up in the bathroom
'Cause it's makin' me sick, that you think everyone you meet is a prick
Bryson close your fucking mouth and stop actin' like a dick again
Before you say something that really gets to them
Like how you said that being fucked is undeniable in the end
Making art leads to fame or hunger or death
Well if that's the end of it, I can't say that I am a really big fan of this
But we're all infatuated with
A life of riches, pennies, wishes
Fuck
Take me to the Promise Land cause I gotta lotta that
Halfway there bullshit, and I think you know it
Thank you very much but I think I've had enough
Cause by now a broken heart won't be fixed by blessin' up
I'm so
Into this love that seems to hit with a blunt force trauma of a pistol whip
I can feel the words on your lips, you're shootin' quick and you never miss
But I wish you did
Take me to the Promise Land cause I gotta lotta that
Halfway there bullshit, and I think you know it
Thank you very much but I think I've had enough
Cause by now a broken heart won't be fixed by blessin' up
I'm so
Into this love that seems to hit with a blunt force trauma of a pistol whip
I can feel the words on your lips, you're shootin' quick and you never miss
But I wish you did
