"Jesse James" lyrics

"Jesse James"

Girl I'm more of a killer, than Imma say
But comin' from the belt loop pressed to my back
I've got a six shooter that's aimin' to brag
And I was born, both a sinner and a saint
I'm a calm car crash
And like a stray bullet breaking some glass

I can't be stopped
I am the best at it
I am the one
I am your check mate
Ah girl, I'm Jesse James
Oh, I'll admit I'm bad like Jesse James
I'm bad like Jesse James, Jesse James, Jesse James
Oh, I'll admit I'm bad like Jesse James
I'm bad like Jesse James, Jesse James
Oh, I'll admit I'm bad like Jesse James
Oh, I'll admit I'm bad like Jesse James

I heard you long to get outa here, to see the states
Just so you know I got a seat at my side
It's waiting for a Bonnie to call me her Clyde
But you should know, I'm more of a river, than I'm a lake
I'm rushing like a stampede escaping the fire
I'm like the tongue behind the teeth of a liar

I can't be stopped
I am the best at it
I am the one
I am your check mate
Ah girl, I'm Jesse James
Oh, I'll admit I'm bad like Jesse James
I'm bad like Jesse James, Jesse James, Jesse James
Oh, I'll admit I'm bad like Jesse James
I'm bad like Jesse James, Jesse James
Oh, I'll admit I'm bad like -

Oh, I ache for money
I wake to hunger for more than what I got
I don't tell no one
'Cause honestly, there's a part of me
That wants to be cold and hardened with a gun
Aimed at everyone, like Jesse James
Jesse James
Oh yeah like Jesse James
Jesse James


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