Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jump the Gun, artist - Halestorm. Date of issue: 09.04.2015
Song language: English
Jump the Gun |
| Boot on the start line, pistol in the air |
| 'Quila in the glass and a cold, dead stare |
| Two minutes in baby, make your move |
| If you won’t do it, I’ll do it for you |
| I ain’t waitin' on you, no |
| I ain’t waitin' for you |
| I jump the gun |
| Oh here I go again |
| I’m the one |
| Don’t know when to say when |
| Here for fun, I wasn’t looking for a friend |
| Now we’re kissing under covers and it’s all just because I jumped the gun |
| Whoa whoa whoa whoa |
| Checkers on the flag, time to pay the tab |
| Hoppin' in a cab, it’s time to be bad |
| Cigarette smoke, lipstick on your face |
| My place or yours, I’m good either way |
| Oh, babe, my meter’s runnin' |
| Oh, baby, are you coming? |
| I jump the gun |
| Oh here I go again |
| I’m the one |
| Don’t know when to say when |
| Here for fun I wasn’t looking for a friend |
| Now we’re kissing under covers and it’s all just because |
| I jump the gun |
| Oh here I go again |
| I’m the one |
| Don’t know when to say when |
| Here for fun I wasn’t looking for a friend |
| Now we’re kissing under covers and it’s all just because I jumped the gun |
| Whoa whoa whoa whoa (I jumped the gun) |
| (One, two, three) |
| Woke up in the morning, pounding in my head |
| Three empty bottles, no sheets on the bed |
| Baby rolled over and this is what he said |
| He said: «Babe I think I love you» |
| Oh, I jump the gun |
| Oh here I go again |
| I’m the one |
| Don’t know when to say when |
| Here for fun, I wasn’t looking for a friend |
| Now we’re kissing under covers and it’s all just because I |
| Jumped the gun |
| Oh, here I go again |
| I’m the one |
| Don’t know when to say when |
| Here for fun, I wasn’t looking for a friend |
| Now we’re kissing under covers and it’s all just because |
| I couldn’t keep in my pocket |
| Lit the fuse to the rocket |
| And I’m sinnin' while I’m winnin' |
| That’s the end and the beginning |
| And we’ll see the rising sun |
| Because I jumped the gun |
| Whoa whoa |
| I jumped the gun |
| Whoa whoa |
| Boot on the start line, pistol in the air |
| 'Quila in the glass, oh here I go again |