Paul Rosenberg Lyrics

Paul Rosenberg

Em, it's Paul... Listen, Joel just called me and he said you're in the fuckin
back behind his studio, shooting your gun off in the air like it's a shooting
range. I told you not to fuckin' bring your gun around, like an idiot, outside
of your home. You're gonna get yourself on trouble. Don't bring your gun
outside of your house you can't carry it on you. Leave your fuckin gun at home.