Lyrics Son of a Gun - Satica, Sakima

Son of a Gun

You were in the corner smoking green, that California
Had a bullet in the chamber, made the whole club fucking wake up
Like pew, attention on you, eyes like glue
Get me out of here before it all blows
If I get down on my knees
Will you pull the trigger on me?
You’ll be the last thing I see
And you’ll be the death of me
Get me out of here before it all blows
Get me out of here before it all, oh
He’s a son of a gun, shooting roses for fun
Blowing smoke on my love, ah
He’s a son of a gun, shoot the bullet and run
Taste the lead on my tongue, ah
Son of a gun, son of a gun (Oh)
Son of a gun, son of a gun (Yeah, yeah)
Son of a gun, son of a gun (Ah)
Son of a gun, son of a gun
He’s got a 9 mm to the face, no, I can’t believe it
Looking down the barrel, hope to god it isn’t fatal
Like ah, right between my eyes, bright white light
Get me out of here before it all blows
If I get down on my knees
Will you pull the trigger on me?
You’ll be the last thing I see
You’ll be the death of me
Get me out of here before it all blows
Get me out of here before it all, oh
He’s a son of a gun, shooting roses for fun
Blowing smoke on my love, ah
He’s a son of a gun, shoot the bullet and run
Taste the lead on my tongue, ah
Son of a gun, son of a gun
Son of a gun, son of a gun (Ah)
Son of a gun, son of a gun (Oh)
Son of a gun, son of a gun
I’m never gonna get that back (Oh)
I’ll never, I-I-I'll never, no
I’m never gonna get that back (Oh)
I’ll never, I-I-I'll never, no
He’s a son of a gun, shooting roses for fun
Blowing smoke on my love, ah
He’s a son of a gun, shoot the bullet and run
Taste the lead on my tongue, ah
He’s a son of a gun, shooting roses for fun
Blowing smoke on my love, ah
He’s a son of a gun, shoot the bullet and run (He's a son of a gun)
Taste the lead on my tongue, ah (Shoot the bullet and run)
Son of a gun, son of a gun
Son of a gun, son of a gun (Shoot the bullet and run)
Son of a gun, son of a gun (Bullet and run, bullet and run)
Son of a gun, son of a gun