Under the Gun Lyrics

If I could make some money get me out these sheets

Been out here brewing in these covers crashing in these streets

And the old fords gone

I knew I was wrong

Will you still love me

When the porch lights off

Held this winter in my hands I guess we'll blame the clouds

Wether the weather gets on better don't make difference now

Will u still be there when the porch lights out

Blame it on the crazy that we both let out

And I

And I

Twenty-four feels nineteen when you're under the gun

But what's the difference when ur jogging but ur trying to run

And what it's worth

Feels good when it hurts

You can't tell me

What comes first

And I

And I

And I

And I