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It's the real shotgun, and I intend (And I intend, and I intend) Man, I'm too far gone to come back home That is if I had a home to come back to Livin' life on the run Cigarettes on my breath, eyes hidden behind two dollar shades Drinkin' what is left of that bottle from yesterday From when I robbed that liquor store and shot a man in a fit of rage All over some change Now my hands are grippin' the wheel while I'm starin' off into space This blank gaze on my face is due to way too many days Of livin' life in the fast lane but I don't know no other way So I push that pedal to the metal and embrace my fate Drivin' this Monte Carlo down a long and windin' road (Yeah) With a pistol in the console not knowin' where I'm gon' go I've got thoughts in my head of endin' up dead 'Cause I've been on the run for way too long I'm too far gone, so they label me an Outlaw, down this long and windin' road Certified outlaw, not knowin' where I will go Certified outlaw, do-do-do-do-do Certified outlaw Well them mile markers are flyin' by, no radio, just tailpipes roarin' As the day turns into night and I go more into the great unknown Like will the past ever catch me? I've been expectin' it to show up for so long That the inner me wouldn't let me live for the ones Who stayed to try to put me on They finally moved on, I guess there's no point in beatin' a dead horse but They didn't cast their stones, they tried to help, this was my choice And I'm grindin' the gears while rewindin' the years That replay in my mind Like a spinnin' wind chime But every time I open my eyes I find I am here (Come on) Drivin' this Monte Carlo down a long and windin' road (Yeah) With a pistol in the console not knowin' where I'm gon' go I've got thoughts in my head of endin' up dead 'Cause I've been on the run for way too long I'm too far gone, so they label me an Outlaw, down this long and windin' road Certified outlaw, not knowin' where I will go Certified outlaw, do-do-do-do-do Certified outlaw Put it down one more time for 'em (Outlaw) Certified outlaw, ohh, certified outlaw (Outlaw) Certified outlaw, ohh, do-do-do-do-do Certified outlaw It's the real shotgun, and I intend (And I intend, and I intend) Certified outlaw, uhh It's the real shotgun, and I intend (And I intend)
Writer(s): Justin Nicholas Spillner, Charlie Farley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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