Baby

Verse 1:
Comin' in hot, I got a blue light reflection
this old .357, my only protection
There's only one way to win this race
If they wanna catch me they better
p-p-p-pick up the pace.
going nowhere fast
gotta trunk full of money and a tank full of gas
all hope is gone and I can't win
it's the end of the road, but where do I begin?
Where I begin?

Chorus:
Sun's going down, I'm headed out
foot on the gas, gotta go
There's no lookin' back, the deed has been done.
It's in the air, like a g-g-g-ghost
I'm headed out, foot on the gas, gotta go.
Times, runnin' out. What do I choose?
Hell has broke out and now I'm breaking loose.

Verse 2:
White knuckle tight! I can hear the man
I got a short-fuse burnin' I'm headed for the promise land.
Dirty deeds don't come cheap. Take a look at this scene
It ain't a fucking nightmare, it's the American dream.
Its the American dream...the American dream.

Bridge:
My bags are packed, my karma's burnin
this is my requiem and I deserve it.
My bag's are packed.
My karma's burning.
This is my requiem.

Chorus:
Sun's going down, I'm headed out
foot on the gas, gotta go
There's no lookin' back, the deed has been done.
It's in the air, like a g-g-g-ghost
I'm headed out, foot on the gas, gotta go.
Times, runnin' out. What do I choose?
Hell has broke out and now I'm breaking loose.

I'm breaking loose.

Time's runnin out, what do I choose?
Hell has broke out and now I'm breakin' loose.