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 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

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

2018, it came with auto-park Sixty-seven thousand on an Audemar Never leave my niggas, I love all of y'all Takin' all these drugs like I'm a rockstar Hi-Tech and that Act, I don't drink Wockhardt I didn't have a car, I used to walk far Now I'm standing

'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

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

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

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

Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed I got a story to tell, you know I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles Fall asleep with that bitch and really

Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame I keep me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain What's really butter? Swingin' by the tires leave a third degree And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me They gon' have to take me straight