PISTOL WHIP Lyrics

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