Gun to My Head

I wish I was Dead and Cold I wish I was dead I wish I was Dead and Cold I wish I was dead Wishin I was dead, gun to my head Got me feeling on this pressure pull the trigger just let Feeling all this dread saying fuck what they said Put the gun to my head Man the walls was all white now the walls is all red Gun to my head, gun full of lead Gun got me thinking what I said Thinking bout my life, thinking bout my lies And the tears in your eyes as I put that shit in drive And I left it all behind Now you're haunting all my days And you're running through my mind Now I'm wishing for the days Back when you were only mine But I went and said goodbye Now I'm doing 105 down the I-95 Drinking so much Slim Shady wouldn't drive Pedal to the metal baby now its do our die Thinking to myself never wish I was alive Dead, gun to my head Got me feeling on this pressure pull the trigger just let Feeling all this dread saying fuck what they said Put the gun to my head Man the walls was all white now the walls is all red Dead, gun full of lead Heavy is the head that wears the crown Put the gun to my head now the crown's on the ground Lookie here, here and now, I ain't got a loud voice But I got a lot to say and I got a lot of sounds And I know I wasn't there but you know I'm here now And I write it all for you, I don't write it for the crowds All this pain in my chest almost put me in the ground So I'm looking back on us, looking back on the past yeah All the good times baby gone in a flash Why I went and fucked it up, why I couldn't make us last Why I went and fucked us up, why I put us in the past Now I'm sitting on this bench puff my last cigarette Thinking bout my life and the stress and the press I confess yeah I got a lot of fucking regrets Staring at this gun, wishing Within I was Dead, gun to my head Got me feeling on this pressure pull the trigger just let Feeling all this dread saying fuck what they said Put the gun to my head Man the walls was all white now the walls is all red (All red)