Don't wanna prove you wrong but shit you leave me with no option, yeah yeah Baby wanna get in this S-Class, little mama she just wanna go fast You know baby you don't get a free pass, so I told her: ass, gas or grass Rolex with the diamonds keep me

I ain't playing with these niggas I ain't playing with, I ain't playing with these niggas Has he got enough money to spend? Drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown Leave? No. He's to and from, he doesn't like it when the girls go Know

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

(If Heaven was a mile away) Would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind? Or save it all for you? Would I, fill the tank up with gas and be out the front door in a FLASH Before reconsidering, this Hell with you It ain't you it's the things you do

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

'Cause I'm still breathing But we've been dead for awhile This sickness has no cure We're goin' down for sure Already lost a grip Best abandon ship But don't say that you loved me I'm still breathing I leave the gas on

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

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

Baby you fix me I'd be crazy baby, lost forever Blowin' around in stormy weather Like a bunch of dead leaves I'd be a boarded up house on a dead end street Old Chevy on blocks, leakin' gasoline Oh it ain't hard to see Broke down is where I'd be

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