Your tongue's been running hotOh boy, did you get caught?You took a swing and missedNow you deserve thisYou chose to be yourselfYou coulda been anyone else'Cause you're not good for my healthYou're just no good and well, I
Find myself enamored by the way that you are so perfectYou can care about the way we moveKeep on talking, and I'll love you up the way that you love me(Guess I better start running, and gunning, and running)
You keep tugging at my teethLike you're begging for the beastKeep your motor mouth just running, and running, and running'Cause the last man standing gets a fat lipDust my knuckles, keep a tight gripI'll be there just running, and gunning, and running
Bitch!(Running, and gunning, and running)
I keep myself to myselfYou find your comfort in HellNow that's not good for your healthNow that's not goodYou got your face all painted like a targetYeah, we could use the practiceI'll be there just running, and gunning, and running
Yes, so you kill time, watching cult moviesAnd fishing in the Dead SeaSomething's gone wrongYou know the last man standing gets a fat lipDust my knuckles, keep a tight grip
I'll be there just running, and gunning, and running(Running, and gunning, and running)Running, and gunning, and runningRunning, and gunning, and running
I'll be running and gunningMake damn sure you see me comingOh hell, now I ain't a surgeonBut there's something in you missingIt's a hole I can piss inI'm getting tired of forgivingLet's use a scalpel to start, and a buzzsaw to finish
Spreading like a bad seedThey love me, then they hate meSwinging at the paps, pleaseYou can call me BritneyNipples under crossesBetter cut your lossesBanging on my own drumMcClain, a machine gun
Bitch!(Running, and gunning, and gunning)
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