Yeah well I’m heading outta here and I just wanna get right back
Right back to my fucking home to my gun, my girl, and my Cadillac
Robbing banks sure has been alot of fun
do things long enough you get a little burnt out
I’m taking my money and I’m heading south
I still have cops riding my ass
I’m on the run and I’m driving fast
I hope I don’t run out of gas
Shit well I’m on the run
Fleeing south ain’t no chore and I ain’t killed no one today
And if things go the way I want it’ll keep going that fucking way
I don’t kill unless it is a must, but if they decide to make a mess
They better have on a bullet proof vest