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Pulled behind a car with one hundred different bumper stickers on In the left lane, crawling 58 on the freeway Ears a ringing keychain, pressure in the blood Can't slow down, I'm a time bomb ticking while I run With a loaded gun staring at the sun Got a blind eye, never hit the bullseye Just like acting tough And I keep asking myself "Hey, why are you running?" Hardtop Impala, blank checks and Cannonballers Heard the whistle blow fom the Wabash Can't borrow time with the cold cash La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (With the cold cash) La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Television preacher, got yourself another seeker on the line Could you make the time? I could use divine intervention Undivided attention, someone needs to know Yeah, I cooked the books and threw my combinations Dodging jabs and hooks with shallow conversations Like a surface level, speed sick devil on the loose And I keep asking myself "Hey, why are you running?" Letras de canciones Hardtop Impala, blank checks and Cannonballers Heard the whistle blow fom the Wabash Can't borrow time with the cold cash La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (With the cold cash) La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (But I keep on running) Hardtop Impala, blank checks and Cannonballers Heard the whistle blow fom the Wabash Can't borrow time with the cold cash La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Can't borrow time with the cold cash) La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la And I keep asking myself "Hey, what are you running from?" Don't know why I keep running From Letras Mania