I'm heading in through the front door Bobby's in the back Looking out Ski masks and. 44 Another score Another silent town
My heart is going to burst right out of my chest Stay calm, take the money and leave Get your ass on the floor boy This is a motherfucking robbery
The clerk springs up like jack in the box Looks like we got a hero over here Bobby clubs him with his. 44 He goes down, the coast is clear
Empty the till, steel a lollipop Blow the camera off the wall Burnout in the parking lot Laughing, hope the wheels stay on
The clerk rushes out with a shotgun Glass floods the backseat Bobby still laughing like a maniac We're lightning on the street
An off-duty cop sees everything Races to his car, pistol drawn Radios for back up Buckle up The chase is on
Bobby's hanging out of the window Guns blazing hell and steel The cop returns fire, blows a tire Crash, wrap around a tree
But I fly from wreckage Grab the money, my gun and flee Bobby charges the fuzz Like a wrecking ball Gets blown clean off his feet
Calling all cars and the cavalry Flashlights, hounds and gas There ain't nowhere to hide son You're surrounded, gonna get your ass
I vanish in the woods like a miracle Vamoose, I'm gone, I'm free Never to be seen again Hands up, this is a motherfucking robbery
Compositor: Jacob Aaron Smith (The White Buffalo) (ASCAP)Editores: Ruminating Music (ASCAP), The White Buffalo International (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #17686621 em 05/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM