I'm a man, man, I ain't runnin? I'ma stand wit my gun in my hand I got plans and a place to be I gotta live to be one hundred and three You could get popped, it's a possibility up in my vicinity Poppin? off with that hostile energy, in a hospital

I'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a

I'm not human Earth is too dense I don't really wanna be a part of this system, no nothing Manifest a better place for me, this one malfunctions Taking off into the universe, I gotta dismount off something Throw another fuckin' planet toward 'em 'Bout to

We're gonna leave all our troubles behind. Don't look back So if you just put your hand in mine, If it's love that you're running from, there's no hiding place. You can't run it, you can't hide it, you can't run it Love has problems I know but there

'Cause I know just what I'm gonna do Well I gotta get drunk, I sure do dread it I start to spend my money, call everybody honey I spend my whole paycheck on some old wreck And brother, I could name you a few And I wouldn't think of lettin' them down

Get that dough-oh-oh-oh I've been runnin' 'round now for so long, yeah I've been kneadin', kneadin' 'til I'm sore, 'til it grow-oh-oh-oh It seems that every day and everywhere I go, yeah, I see ya Baby, I've just gotta let you know Take back all your

We can be so in love You know every second adds up to a minute Need 10,000 hours Let the clock go around Why you always take so long to call me? Know I gotta wake up in the mornin' Don't stop, I'm counting them up Run the clock, I be counting them up

You'll never forget my name Life is hit and miss and this I hope, I think, I know If I ever hear the names you call And if I stumble, catch me when I fall 'Cause baby after all And that is why I gotta keep running You know I don't care As we beg and

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk Ball, ball, ball, ball I gotta bottle, gotta model, gotta molly, gotta blunt Ball, ball, ball, ball (This club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt ay okay we walk

Let’s go, let’s leave There’s a whole wide world for us to see Just roll with me Cause there ain’t no doubt this is meant to be I pick you up on the corner of now and never We can run all the red lights down forever I gotta tank filled up with gasoline