Pistol

She said she didn't want ya I suggest you pack your feelings up Put em in a box With all the failures and the flops Cuz you're a lost cause Now you throw a fucking fit No words but you're talking with your fists You speak volumes with violence I suggest you stay the f*ck Away from my house She got a pistol with your name on it She stole it from the drawer in your dresser Fed up with the bullshit, she dipped I suggest that you don't test her She got a pistol with your name on it She stole it from the drawer in your dresser Fed up with the bullshit, she dipped And you know that I'll protect her She got a pistol with your name on it She got a pistol with your name on it