"Pistol" lyrics
My baby's got a pistol
Let her shoot me down, down
She won't ever miss, no
Sweet blood on my knees
When she spin me like a disco
0130 Downtown
The smoke starts to billow
Americano Spirit in her mouth
Head over skin
Let the distance punish me
Left my ass cheek burgundy
Metallic taste
Look what you did
Set me up so domino
Just a flick and let it fall
We found the fame
Told my mama I can't go home
Take my waist down an open road
God won't let me in Heaven's gates alone
My baby's got a pistol
Let her shoot me down, down
She won't ever miss, no
Sweet blood on my knees
When she spin me like a disco
0130 Downtown
The smoke starts to billow
Americano Spirit in her mouth
Blow it out
Short shorts, tequila neat
Fourth finger therapy
Brown eyes singing back to me
Never, never seen a love like this
Tell my mama I dropped her last name and
Pull the gun up and the space you were saving
Told my mama I can't go home
Take my waist down an open road
God won't let me in Heaven's gates alone
My baby's got a pistol
Let her shoot me down, down
She won't ever miss, no
Sweet blood on my knees
When she spin me like a disco
0130 Downtown
The smoke starts to billow
Americano Spirit in her mouth
Blow it out
My baby
My baby's got a
Let her shoot me down, down
She won't ever miss, no
Sweet blood on my knees
When she spin me like a disco
0130 Downtown
The smoke starts to billow
Americano Spirit in her mouth
Head over skin
Let the distance punish me
Left my ass cheek burgundy
Metallic taste
Look what you did
Set me up so domino
Just a flick and let it fall
We found the fame
Told my mama I can't go home
Take my waist down an open road
God won't let me in Heaven's gates alone
My baby's got a pistol
Let her shoot me down, down
She won't ever miss, no
Sweet blood on my knees
When she spin me like a disco
0130 Downtown
The smoke starts to billow
Americano Spirit in her mouth
Blow it out
Short shorts, tequila neat
Fourth finger therapy
Brown eyes singing back to me
Never, never seen a love like this
Tell my mama I dropped her last name and
Pull the gun up and the space you were saving
Told my mama I can't go home
Take my waist down an open road
God won't let me in Heaven's gates alone
My baby's got a pistol
Let her shoot me down, down
She won't ever miss, no
Sweet blood on my knees
When she spin me like a disco
0130 Downtown
The smoke starts to billow
Americano Spirit in her mouth
Blow it out
My baby
My baby's got a
Writer(s): Jesse Geller, Rebecca Black, Oscar Scheller, Nicholas Weiss
