Baby run, cut a path across the blue skies Straight in a straight line You can't get here fast enough Find a truck and fire it up Lean on the gas and off the clutch Leave Dallas in the dust I need you in a rush So baby run

On a real nigga, I’m a real nigga When we bang, bye Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai I run around with them real niggas Got real sons, I need a real sitter When I leave niggas, they get real bitter I’mma run around with them real niggas Pop pills, now we

Nine exits north of Las Vegas, Vegas But there's always a flaw in the diamond A lightning-fork crack in the pearl A fault in the rock of the island And it's usually shaped like a girl, a girl Leave us lost in the rust and the rubble Nine exits north of

I know that we the new slaves I see the blood on the leaves You see there's leaders and there's followers But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower Y'all niggas can't fuck with Ye My momma was raised in the era when Clean water was only served to the

You said I wouldn't get to far on a tank of gas and an empty heart But I got everything I'll ever need I got this old guitar and a brand new set of strings And I'll grab the wheel and I'll point it west Pack the good and leave the rest I bet this road

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas 'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now We could've been somebody And came out of your body And came out of our body Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Blood on the leaves I just need to

You said I wouldn't get to far on a tank of gas and an empty heart But I got everything I'll ever need I got this old guitar and a brand new set of strings And I'll grab the wheel and I'll point it west Pack the good and leave the rest I bet this road

Scream murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!) Murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!) Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me Make me catch her on

2018, it came with auto-park Sixty-seven thousand on an Audemar Never leave my niggas, I love all of y'all Takin' all these drugs like I'm a rockstar Hi-Tech and that Act, I don't drink Wockhardt I didn't have a car, I used to walk far Now I'm standing

Baby run, cut a path across the blue skies Straight in a straight line You can't get here fast enough Find a truck and fire it up Lean on the gas and off the clutch Leave Dallas in the dust I need you in a rush So baby run