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

In a dark and lonely corner, all the time in Dark-side inn Sits a local barstool warrior, talking to his gin Treating past decisions, he motions for a shot Is he doomed to be a man this world forgot? Just a prisoner of the monster on his back Call it bad

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

Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, do he live No the nigga dies Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen You shot your bullet, but the bullet wwnt Desperado, do work for

If you've a lesson to teach me, I'm listening, ready to learn There's no one here to police me, I'm sinking in, until you return Don't deviate, don't be afraid Without the last corner piece I can't calibrate, And now it's no ones fault but yours At the

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

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

I see death around the corner (When we were kids, belonging felt good) (But having respect, that feels even better) I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night I wanna piss on his head Why

Maddened from the trauma Man, I'm on the corner Man are getting corn up Bodies getting torn up Mandem better talk up, mandem better talk up Talk about riding, I've got mandem on the walk up Grab my little Mindy as I get my Mork up Man ah man's eating,

Deep greedy and Googling every corner Tralala, in your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure Dead in the middle of the C-O-double M-O-N Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men Tall woman, pull the pylons down And wrap