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Now I'm on the run |
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On the run from it all |
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I'd rather be shot dead |
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Then locked up with the law |
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Im runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin |
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RUNNINNo place to hide |
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And I gotta leave my whole world behind me |
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My dog and my double wide |
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You might call me pathetic |
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You might say that |
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I've lost my mind |
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Sittin here in the driveway baby and clutchin on a forty-five |
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But ya did me so wrong |
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And I cant say |
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I understand |
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Now Im bout to blow ya brains out bitch into the arms of another man |
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I cought you creep'n |
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And now you goin to be sleepin with the worms in the dirt |
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What the **** was you thinkin |
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Do I look like the kind of motha****er you can cheat on |
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You lookin like a ****in whore |
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I can beat on |
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But I ever touch |
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Never layed a single hand |
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Nair hair on your head |
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Never touch a single strand |
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While I sittin here knowin whats bout to happen |
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There goin get me for domestic because the pistol did the slapin |
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Now I'm on the run |
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On the run from it all |
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I'd rather be shot dead |
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Then locked up with the law |
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Im runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin |
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RUNNINNo place to hide |
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And I gotta leave my whole world behind me |
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My dog and my double wide |
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Standin here in our bedroom |
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With your body laid on the ground |
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Two dead motha****as lookin silly with they blood sprayed all around |
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And I'm sittin here thinkin where the **** am |
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I goin to go |
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Burn the whole motha****in trailer to the dirt |
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And its off to |
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MexicoAdi's motha****as see you later |
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When I kicked in the door of a double wide trailer |
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And I saw your ****in titties steady bouncin like |
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Hydraulics |
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And the next door neighbor had you fold like a wallet |
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And I got to really say |
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I was kind of impressed |
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The way your heals of your feet was drivin into your chest |
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And I hate to interrupt while he's givin it to you |
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The last thing you saw was his face in my boot |
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Now I'm on the run |
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On the run from it all |
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I'd rather be shot dead |
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Then locked up with the law |
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Im runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin |
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RUNNINNo place to hide |
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And I gotta leave my whole world behind me |
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My dog and my double wide |
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They ain't neva gonna catch me |
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I wont do a lick of time |
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I'll ve on a beach under an umbrella gettin blow back sippin wine |
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And while your laid out burnin |
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Lookin crispy like some |
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KFCDo a little soul searchin motha****a cause never shoulda ****ed with me |
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Now I'm on the run |
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On the run from it all |
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I'd rather be shot dead |
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Then locked up with the law |
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Im runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin |
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RUNNINNo place to hide |
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And I gotta leave my whole world behind me |
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My dog and my double wide |
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And I cant take nothin |
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Nothin at all |
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Gotta leave my bucket my toaster and my saw |
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Had a poster of |
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Stone Cold |
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Still up on the wall |
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Had to leave town in a hurry |
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Tell the police |
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I said**** y'all |
