Talkin' out your, talkin' out your, talkin' out your, talkin' out your pride Oh my god, I feel the barrel on your head Now you're thinkin' to yourself, that I never should've said Pretty please, I wanna leave, I just wanna go back home I've been cryin' on the floor, pretty please, no more Talkin', talkin' out your ass, I'm talkin' all about my gun And you know I cannot lie to you, I think you better run Pretty pop up in your place, and with a smile up off your face I'm bout to leave without a trace, and a grin, I can't erase you Got another bottle, gotta get my guala You ain't my father, ain't no doggie, now just give me money You fuckin' with me, that's my 50, icky, I'm so shifty I'm freaky, you're weaky, can I come here, can I meet me? Boss, come to fuck up, come to loony to me Far from home, I'll walk to Rome until I meet new goonies I got my strap up, got my streets up, and you know I'm shootin' And Freddy Grohl is never workin' on improvement Rock, I forgot, feel the barrel on your head Now you're thinkin' to yourself, that I never should've said Pretty please, I wanna leave, I just wanna go back home I been cryin' on the floor, pretty please no more Pretty please, can you stop it, please do not cock it Please, do not pull the trigger, please bitch you've lost it Pretty please, can you stop it, please do not cock it Please, do not pull the trigger, please bitch you've lost it Pretty please, can you stop it, please do not cock it Please, do not pull the trigger, please bitch you've lost it Pretty please, can you stop it, please do not cock it Please, do not pull the trigger, please bitch you've lost it