| Johnny’s in the backseat of the car
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| Driving, don’t know where he’s going
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| Yes, we got a full tank, yeah by far
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| But we are empty rolling
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| And we’ve forgotten so much passenger
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| And you know the car is stolen
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| I’m freaking in the front seat now
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| Yeah, sitting with a gun that’s smoking
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| Johnny went and shocked everyone
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| Deputy Sheriff for robbing the bank
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| But he ain’t after silver or gold
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| He just wants a slice of the yellow cake
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| He’s swishing files with big sledgehammers
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| Yeah, you know he’s running the show
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| He thinks he is the big boss man
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| But he straight up outta control
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| He gone, gone, gone yes he gone
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| Yes he gone, gone, gone, yes, he gone
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| Johnny’s in the races being two face-ist
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| He really don’t know what for
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| He got the cops a-chasing
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| The music he ain’t facing
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| Pedal right down to the floor
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| His idealogy is crazy as can be
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| It’s all about the top score
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| He once upheld the law
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| He heading for the wall
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| And all we got to say is
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| And all we got to say is
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| He gone
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| He gone, gone, gone yes he gone
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| Yes he gone, gone, gone, yes, he gone
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| Johnny’s indicating, blinkers on
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| But you know man he ain’t turning
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| Yes, he got his mind made up oh
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| Even though his ears are burning
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| He’s looking in the rearview mirror now
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| See the chasing lights go spinning round
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| Sirens and alarm bells ringing out
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| But Johnny don’t hear no sound |