Like desperados waitin' for a train I'd play the Red River Valley And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry And run his fingers through seventy years of livin' And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled run dry?" We were friends, me and this old man

You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right Now somebody show some money in this bitch I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up Can't believe they tried to play us Run a check and tell' em pay up Its all business ain't no favors Summer comin' better save up Going up like elevators Ya, ya (Honorable C-note) Turn them headphones up Cruz

We in Lil Cali and Pakistan Ralo tell them where we at (yeah) I had to earn my stripes Cook that shit up Quay (yeah, yeah) Four pockets (whoo) Baby, yeah, uh, yeah Four pockets on full My trunk and my hood

You've chased down every last mile Show me the way back home 'Cause I've been out there running For way too long And all that I've learned And just when you think There's always another one I need someone to show me the way back home So many lost souls

Stay all night, runaway all night We're always waiting for the night So come with me where we can go where the light shines brightest We'll stay all night runaway all night? Shoot me down and I'll get up again Emotion running high with double meaning

You don't have to be alone tonight Why you sitting at home tonight Waiting for him to call you up at midnight, drunk To tell you that he wants you Let's get out of town tonight Get lost and found tonight 'Til you don't care let me love you right Let's go

It's coming, brace myself A notion of what's to be, there's no escape Drifting alone upon the dragon ship Eerily still, no winds that tear or whip Silence deafens, the sea is mirror calm Blood runs like the water from my palm I'm standing by myself

It ain't love that I'm chasin' but I'm runnin' just in case There's trouble where I'm going but I'm gonna go there anyway I hate Sunday mornings 'cause they always seem to start this way I'm looking for a lighter, I already bought the cigarettes Guess I

He don't belong to no one now God is a wild old dog Someone left out on the highway I seen him running by me Dropped him out on 93 Wild old dogs Mange was setting in on his hips and on his knees Between the highways running north and south We pulled on