Lyrics of 'Gun To My Head (feat. ¥$, Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West)' by 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)

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

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 'bout 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

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-head
If you told me how

I sat down
Tell 'bout 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 'bout 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 'bout your purse he don't really love you
He don't deserve to love you (no)
He don't deserve to love you
Tell 'bout your purse he don't really love, tell 'bout your purse he don't really love
I sat down, I sat down with a gun to my head
Hold me down
All that other shit is dead
Tell 'bout 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 'bout your purse he don't really love you

Tell me this, this the bad news
Chris missy picked out bad shoes
Had the love, throw it at you
Wu-tang forever, bitch, cash rules
Ku-tang forever, bitch
Like: Who asked you?
And I'm looking like: Who asked you?

I sat down with a gun to my head
You told me not to move it
All the bitches dead, mm, mm, mm

Do you even remember what we bought today?
You ain't even remember why we fall today (no)
[Mumble] alternate, [mumble] this is all for me
Find this shit in your signal
Find this shit in your WhatsApp
Find this and you delete it
Ayy, bitch, tell me, what's that
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
Find this shit in your signal
Find this shit in your WhatsApp
Find this and you'll delete it
Ayy, bitch, what was that
Ayy, bitch, what was that
Ayy, bitch, what was that
Tell me where you was at, tell me where you was at

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

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