| Now Im on the run
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| On the run from it all
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| I’d rather be shot dead
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| Then locked up with the law
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| Im runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin RUNNIN
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| No place to hide
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| And I gotta leave my whole world behind me My dog and my double wide
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| You might call me pathetic
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| You might say that I’ve lost my mind
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| Sittin here in the driveway baby and clutchin on a forty-five
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| But ya did me so wrong
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| And I cant say I understand
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| Now Im bout to blow ya brains out bitch into the arms of another man
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| I cought you creep’n
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| And now you goin to be sleepin with the worms in the dirt
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| What the fuck was you thinkin
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| Do I look like the kind of mothafucker you can cheat on You lookin like a fuckin whore I can beat on But I ever touch
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| Never layed a single hand
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| Nair hair on your head
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| Never touch a single strand
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| While I sittin here knowin whats bout to happen
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| There goin get me for domestic because the pistol did the slapin
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| Now Im on the run
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| On the run from it all
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| I’d rather be shot dead
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| Then locked up with the law
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| Im runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin RUNNIN
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| No place to hide
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| And I gotta leave my whole world behind me My dog and my double wide
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| Standin here in our bedroom
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| With your body laid on the ground
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| Two dead mothafuckas lookin silly with they blood sprayed all around
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| And Im sittin here thinkin where the fuck am I goin to go Burn the whole mothafuckin trailer to the dirt
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| And its off to Mexico
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| Adi? |
| s mothafuckas see you later
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| When I kicked in the door of a double wide trailer
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| And I saw your fuckin titties steady bouncin like Hydraulics
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| And the next door neighbor had you fold like a wallet
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| And I got to really say I was kind of impressed
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| The way your heals of your feet was drivin into your chest
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| And I hate to interrupt while he’s givin it to you
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| The last thing you saw was his face in my boot
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| Now Im on the run
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| On the run from it all
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| I’d rather be shot dead
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| Then locked up with the law
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| Im runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin RUNNIN
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| No place to hide
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| And I gotta leave my whole world behind me My dog and my double wide
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| They aint neva gonna catch me I wont do a lick of time
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| I’ll ve on a beach under an umbrella gettin blow back sippin wine
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| And while your laid out burnin
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| Lookin crispy like some KFC
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| Do a little soul searchin mothafucka cause never shoulda fucked with me Now Im on the run
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| On the run from it all
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| I’d rather be shot dead
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| Then locked up with the law
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| Im runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin RUNNIN
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| No place to hide
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| And I gotta leave my whole world behind me My dog and my double wide
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| And I cant take nothin
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| Nothin at all
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| Gotta leave my bucket my toaster and my saw
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| Had a poster of Stone Cold
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| Still up on the wall
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| Had to leave town in a hurry
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| Tell the police I said
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| Fuck y’all |