Gun Patrice

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Sometimes I wish I had a gun
cause I don’t wanna have to talk to dem – talk to dem
don’t get me wrong I know it’s wrong
but I don’t wanna have to talk to dem – talk to dem

Put me down in front of everyone
wish I had that big fat and heavy one
oh make me wipe out a taxi man
cause God him no understand
seh..

Sometimes I wish I had a gun
cause I don’t wanna have to talk to dem – talk to dem
don’t get me wrong I know it’s wrong
but I don’t wanna have to talk to dem – talk to dem
sometimes I wish I had a gun
cause I don’t wanna have to deal with dem – deal with dem
don’t get me wrong I know it’s wrong
but I don’t wanna have to deal with dem – deal with dem

It was a beautiful day
up to the point that you came my way
right now there ain’t no more to say
words couldn’t communicate
what I feel in me
a fuse just blew in my head
this vacuum in my belly feels heavy like led
yau hush hush hush hush jau
“you’re bigger than that”
…guess you’re right but I wish I had click
to stick to his neck


That’s how I feel I hope you feel my way (x2)
I hope that that’s ok (x4)
that’s how I feel I hope you feel no way
I hope that that’s ok

Wrong place wrong time
you don’t believe in God
but you would believe in a nine
why can’t you just be cool sometimes?
keep your hate to yourself
and we’d be fine




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