Hot Revolver (Extended Version) lyrics

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Young mullah, baby
Umm, young mullah, baby

She says, do you have the time
To listen to me whine
She askin' who's on the other line?
You diss me every time

I tell 'em, baby I'm a star
Shit, I'm above a star
And now I done got so high
I did forgotten who you are
(Are, are)

Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
Ah ah
Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
Ah ah

I'm in love with you
But I can't be with you
Tomorrow I'll be back
Up on the first flight
Right up out of town

Young mullah, baby

Hop back in my spaceship
Girl, I gotta drop your ass off
(Oh oh eh eh)

Last night, yeah we were spaced girl
You love it, girl, I gotta take off
(Oh oh eh eh)
'Cause I'm a be here next week
So call your company and take off
Oh oh oh, yeah oh oh eh

'Cause she say, "Wayne, Wayne"
So she got me all impatient
Cry me a river
I can hear my conscious
While I say aloud

Boy, you got a problem
(Problem)
And you ain't foolin' no one
But yourself

You're like a hot revolver
(Hot revolver)
But you ain't killin' no one
But yourself

And so she's gone to party town
On her own
And you go by yourself
So all alone

I told her, I can be with her
But I can't be with her
As much as she like me to
She like me too much
That's the problem

Oh my God, then Shorty be whillin'
And when I say I got to leave
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You wouldn't believe
All of the things that she'll do
And all of the things
That she'll say to make me stay
And I be like, 'Damn'

I'm not going for forever
I'll be back someday
But she wanna go with me
To outer space
So we made love in the Milky Way
And then I send her on her way

Boy, you got a problem
(Problem)
And you ain't foolin' no one
But yourself

You're like a hot revolver
But you ain't killin' no one
But yourself

And so she's gone to party town
On her own
And you go by yourself
So all alone

Now she's not picking up the phone
I don't know what to do
Thinking about visiting her home
Landing my space ship on her roof
Going through her bedroom window
Only to find a man shoe on the floor

Oh no
Oh no
Oh oh no

And I'm like
Who am I to blame
When she was pleading wayne
If you ever leave again
I don't wanna see you anymore

Hop back in my space ship
Hope that I don't spot you at all
Eh eh oh
Because baby if I see you
I'm a probably knock your ass out
Eh eh oh
Put you in the trunk
Throw him over the bridge and take off

Boy, you got a problem
(Problem)
And you ain't foolin' no one
But yourself

You're like a hot revolver
But you ain't killin' no one
But yourself

And so she's gone to party town
On her own
And you go by yourself
So all alone

Writer(s): Frank E. Iii Wright, Billie Joe Armstrong, Dwayne Carter, Andre Christopher Lyon, Michael Pritchard, Marcello Valenzano
Copyright: Young Money Publishing Inc., Dade Co. Project Music Inc., Wb Music Corp., Universal Music - Z Songs, Green Daze Music, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp.
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