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We outta bars but we will never be outta bars Take a fuckin' bottle of some downers and down 'em all In attempt to suppress our murderous tendencies, pound the wall Cusa aimin' the burner at your tendon see, bloaw, you fall (*gunshot*) Shit, Jesus Christ, Cusa dropped another body Who the fuck was it? Oh shit, it was JBrawny (Ha) Big ass ammo drum on the bottom of a tommy Load it up, it'll prolly end up on the bottom of a tommy (Btttttt) It's March 25th, and we the partners in crime officially Start somethin', then I'll cut your parts up with knives, offendin' me Hard oven mitts could never save you from our artillery Ah, what a bitch, he lеft me alone in the car and ditchеd on me (Motherfucker) Here, I'll put your used gat in a motherfuckin' bush and We can come back later, 'nother one stashed Right below the fuckin' dash in the glove compartment I'll take your El Camino, drive it up and park it You're prolly hunkerin' down in your one apartment Time for us to go solo, we suck as partners Fuck, I gotta flee the scene, they gainin' up on me I want a Hoover Max but there ain't enough money And now I'm movin' fast, you get true whiplash Shouldn't have left the gat 'cause havin' two could actually Have let me have a shooting match with the police (God dammit) I guess I'll keep runnin' fast, I'd die 'fore I let those motherfuckers cuff my back What I hear now comin' 'cross the radio They know 'bout what you did, shit, I hope you made it home Letras de cancionesEven if you didn't, I'ma stash this car Send you a text where you can find it for your last hurrah Don't say I never helped you to combat the law One thing I lied about though, the other gat ain't gone But a single bullet'll be missin' from the mag is all Goodbye, Cusa, never for— *gunshot* I've had my time and I've had my life And I've kept my word, so just take me away I can't go back but I'll stay on course So just take my word, and let me fade away I've had my time and I've had my life And I've kept my word, so just take me away I can't go back but I'll stay on course So just take my word, and let me fade away Two weeks in and I'm all on the news Rapper found dead, suspect on the loose Last seen March 25th in the booth Thirty-five K for a tip or a clue Well, I been shacked up for a minute Maybe I drive outta state to escape They got the streets locked down Like I'm John Wayne, clown So I better act fast 'fore I'm found So I hop in the El Camino, hell if we know Dash is blinkin' like a whole casino Floor that shit out the fuckin' garage Goin' light speed like I shot Greedo Goin' ninety-five on the freeway Goin' by cars so fast like a speed race I can barely tell if I'm even on track But I don't really care, I'ma keep on fast And I see shit flash from behind Red and blue, bet your ass it's the swine Go off road, tryna break the trail They won't stop now 'til I rot in jail Pullin' every last trick but I seem to prevail Am I really gonna fuckin' cave? I can't fail Speed up, thinkin' every possible outcome Reach for the glove for a gat if I got one Shit feels like GTA, but they can't let the beast escape Tryna find a way to get back on the road But it's only plateau, I got no where to stay They gainin' on me, fuck is my plan? Turn right around and start over again? I hear the blinkin' comin' from my dash Car fuckin' stops, I got no gas, fuck I've had my time and I've had my life And I've kept my word, so just take me away I can't go back but I'll say on course So just take my word, and let me fade away I've had my time and I've had my life And I've kept my word, so just take me away I can't go back but I'll say on course So just take my word, and let me fade away From Letras Mania