Billy knows Jamie, Jamie got a gun
Jamie gonna kill me, think I need to run
Jamie goin' loco, Jamie off the juice
Jamie kinda scary when he lookin' at you
Run!

Billy knows Jamie, Jamie got a gun
Jamie gonna kill me, think I need to run
Jamie goin' loco, Jamie off the juice
Jamie kinda scary when he lookin' at you
Run!
Billy knows Jamie, Jamie got a gun
Jamie gonna kill me, think I need to run
Jamie goin' loco, Jamie off the juice
Jamie kinda scary when he lookin' at you
Run!

I've heard it all before (before)
He's like a movie star (-ie star)
They say he's so deranged, bought mace to keep me safe (keep me safe)
But it's not enough to stay away
He knows my house and he knows my name
I hear his boots come up the stairs, I'm in the closet scared (so scared)
I think he's quitting for a minute, but it's just his big surprise
I can see blood inside his eyes
And he's kicking down the door
I can see numbers on the board, on the board, yeah

Billy knows Jamie, Jamie got a gun
Jamie gonna kill me, think I need to run
Jamie goin' loco, Jamie off the juice
Jamie kinda scary when he lookin' at you
Run!

I can't believe this is happening
I can't believe this is happening
I can't believe this is happening
When he gets that look in his eye, you don't know what he'll do (Oh no!)
When he gets that look in his eye, you don't know what he'll- (Oh no, oh no)

Shit
Billie loves all of God's great creatures
He loves to be their keeper
He loves for screams of horror
When you see him running from the corner
He's got knives like twice my size
I see them in my eyes
Like movies, like pictures
Ugh
I forgot my name
You don't know why

I don't know how this happened
I don't know how this happened

Oh, Jamie? Let me tell you something about that about that Jamie
He's got knuckle tats that spell out Violence and Fuck you poked out on both of his eyelids
But nobody knows 'cause he never blinks
Yeah, he uses a lighter to cook up his steak
But sometimes complains that he leaves it in his wake [?]
He never speaks 'cause his teeth are all busted
But if he did, you know that son of a bitch would be cussin'
He's crazy, I don't know who gave him a gun
He's fucking crazy, I'd stay away from him if I were you

Composição: Dylan Brady / Laura Les