Shayfer James - Pistols & Paces lyrics
[Shayfer James - Pistols & Paces lyrics]
Dream of darling, distant places
Pray for lovers, gone and grieving
Beg for something, worth believing
We've slaughtered the horses
We're selling the farm
You're blackmailing guards and
I'm sounding alarms
And you're off to the races
I'm on to your ruse
You've nothing to wear, and my love
I've got nothing, to lose
Lace your days with puns and poison
Build a chapel to rejoice in
We've slaughtered the horses
Wе're selling the farm
You'rе blackmailing guards and
I'm sounding alarms
And you're off to the races
I'm on to your ruse you've nothing to wear
And I've nothing, to lose
And my only mistake was believing in love
It’s a crime that I’m often convictable of
So you're off to the races
I'm on to your ruse
You've nothing to wear and my love-
I've nothing-
Twenty paces smoking barrel
Trigger finger happy hour love twenty paces
Smoking barrel
Trigger finger happy hour love
We've slaughtered the horses
We're selling the farm
You're blackmailing guards and
I'm sounding alarms
And you're off to the races
I'm onto your ruse you've nothing to wear
And I've nothing, to lose
And my only mistake was believing in love
It’s a crime that I’m often convictable of
So you're off to the races
I'm on to your ruse
You've nothing to wear and my love-
I've got nothing to lose