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Johnny's in the backseat of the car |
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Driving, don't know where he's going |
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Yes, we got a full tank, yeah by far |
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But we are empty rolling |
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And we've forgotten so many passenger |
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And you know the car is stolen |
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I'm freaking in the front seat now |
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Yeah, sitting with a gun that's smoking |
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Johnny went and shocked everyone |
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Deputy Sheriff for robbing the bank |
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But he ain't after silver or gold |
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He just wants a slice of the yellow cake |
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He's swishing flies with big sledgehammers |
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Yeah, you know he's running the show |
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He thinks he is the big boss man |
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But he straight up outta control |
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He gone, gone, gone yes he gone |
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Yes he gone, gone, gone, yes, he gone |
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Johnny's in the races being two face-ist |
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He really don't know what for |
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He got the cops a-chasing |
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The music he ain't facing |
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Pedal right down to the floor |
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His ideology is crazy as can be |
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It's all about the top score |
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He once upheld the law |
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He heading for the wall |
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And all we got to say is |
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And all we got to say is |
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He goneHe gone, gone, gone yes he gone |
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Yes he gone, gone, gone, yes he gone |
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Johnny's indicating, blinkers on |
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But you know man he ain't turning |
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Yes, he got his mind made up oh |
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Even though his ears are burning |
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He lookin' in the rear view mirror now |
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See the chasing lights go spinning round |
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Sirens and alarm bells ringing out |
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But Johnny don't hear no sound |
