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

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

(Who got shot tonight?) Who shot the shot? Who got shot tonight? I come from a long way away And I know a fine thing when I see it For the same reason no one ever pointed a telescope at the sun Talking about the Red Angels of N-Y City Not even five

You need me to get that shit together So we can get together You need me to I've been hurt so many times It got to a point When I decided I can't do this anymore I need someone to hold me

You got a fetish for my love I push you out and you come right back Don't see a point in blaming you If I were you, I'd do me too I'm not surprised I sympathize, ah I can't deny Your appetite, ah Take it or leave it

Money on the floor just like some shoes Woke up with my toolie, what it do? Meet me in the alley with the troops I got red shooters, I got blue Let that thing down then point at you Bentley or the 'Rari, hoe, let's choose We gon' the rob the bank, bring

See the truth Any time you see the truth I won’t point any fingers I won’t say it was you Don't know how many times I got caught up in this game I let life take its time Don't try to hide it all Don't try, don't try

I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach you boy with the toaster boy Get to point blank range and fire I ain't tryin' to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich Motherfucker get in the way of my bread Then I'm goin'

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach you boy with the toaster boy Hit you point blank range and fire Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit Nigga trip I'll go for your

Without a clue Bored to death I'm just bored to tears Same old shit just different day & year Killed myself but that got boring too So beyond the point where it's not true Shot my drugs Drank my booze