GUN TO MY HEAD

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
I sat down with a gun to my head
You told me not to move with a gun to my head
I sat down with a gun to my head
You told me not to move it (With a gun to my head)

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
I've been out of sight, out of mind
With a gun in my bed
And I've been out of sight, out of mind
I ain't never been that hard to find
Let's just tip on the ride, mm
Out of sight, out of mind
You never see my business online, yeah, yeah
No, we don't talk all the time
Do you still miss me when I'm out of sight, out of mind? Oh, yeah, oh, yeah

[Verse 1: Kanye West & Alice Merton]
I sat down
We can go there, just point it out (With a gun to my head)
Girl, I know you love it
We can never go over budget
I can take you where homie doesn't
Tell by your purse he don't really love you
Bringing me back on the subject
We could never go over budget
When I get you, it's no discussion
You back on track like DJ Mustard
Get the business like you on the board
And we finna go overboard
And we finna tape it, hold record
Playing when I'm not around
Playing it without the sound
For the fact, I had her screaming, "Yeezus", now you know the Lord
Told you, I'ma get you something magic, mm
Say your grace, I'll get yo' ass fixed
I need to get behind it like some ad-libs
I need fifty percent just like the taxes

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
Out of sight, out of mind (I said no, I sat down)
You never see my business online, yeah, yeah
No, we don't talk all the time (If you told me how)
Do you still miss me when I'm out of sight, out of mind? Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
I said no, I sat down
Gun to my head, head-head
If you told me how

[Bridge: Kid Cudi & Kanye West]
I sat down
Tell by your purse he don't really love you
He don't really love you, he don't really love you, he don't really love you
Tell by your purse he don't really love you
He don't really love you, he don't really love you
He don't deserve to love you
Tell by your purse he don't really love you
He don't deserve to love you (No)
He don't deserve to love you
Tell by your purse he don't really love, tell by your purse he don't really love
I sat down, I sat down with a gun to my head
Hold me down (Hmm-hmm-hmm)
All that other shit is dead (Hmm)
Tell by your purse he don't really love you
He don't deserve to love you
He don't deserve to love you, he don't deserve to love you
He don't deserve to love you
Tell by your purse he don't really love you [Mumble]

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Tell me this, this the bad news
Christmas, he picked out bad shoes
Had the love, throw it at you
Wu-Tang forever, bitch, cash rules
Ku-Tang forever, bitch, and, ooh
Stop talking like, "Who asked you?"
And I'm looking like, "Who asked you?"
[Mumble], thought you past due

[Chorus: Kanye West, Kid Cudi, Kanye West & Alice Merton]
I sat down (I sat down, oh), with a gun to my head
You told me not to move (Don't hold me down and)
All them other bitches dead, mm, mm, mm (Oh, oh)

[Verse 3: Kanye West & Kid Cudi]
Do you even remember what we bought today?
You ain't even remember why we fought today (No)
[Mumble] alternate, [Mumble] this is all for me
Finding shit in your Signal
Finding shit in your Whatsapp
Finding shit in your deleted
Ayy, bitch, tell me, what's that (Oh)
I don't know where you was at
Tell me now where you was at
Tell me now where you was at, tell me now where you was that
Finding shit in your Signal
Finding shit in your WhatsApp
Finding shit in your deleted text
Ayy, bitch, what was that? (Mmm)
Ayy, bitch, what was that? (Oh)
Ayy, bitch, what was that? (Oh)
Tell me where you was at, tell me where you was at?

[Chorus: Kanye West, Kid Cudi, Alice Merton & Kid Cudi, Kanye West & Alice Merton]
I sat down (I sat down) with a gun to my head
If you hold me down, I swear, all them other bitches dead
Take this vow, take my vow with a gun to my head (No)
Promise you now all them other bitches dead

[Outro: Kanye West]
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