Gun - Patrice

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

Bridge

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