March 25th

We outta bars but we will never be outta bars
Take a fuckin' bottle of some downers and down 'em all
In attempt to suppress our murderous tendencies, pound the wall
Cusa aimin' the burner at your tendon see, bloaw, you fall (*gunshot*)
Shit, Jesus Christ, Cusa dropped another body
Who the fuck was it? Oh shit, it was JBrawny (Ha)
Big ass ammo drum on the bottom of a tommy
Load it up, it'll prolly end up on the bottom of a tommy (Btttttt)
It's March 25th, and we the partners in crime officially
Start somethin', then I'll cut your parts up with knives, offendin' me
Hard oven mitts could never save you from our artillery
Ah, what a bitch, he lеft me alone in the car and ditchеd on me (Motherfucker)
Here, I'll put your used gat in a motherfuckin' bush and
We can come back later, 'nother one stashed
Right below the fuckin' dash in the glove compartment
I'll take your El Camino, drive it up and park it
You're prolly hunkerin' down in your one apartment
Time for us to go solo, we suck as partners
Fuck, I gotta flee the scene, they gainin' up on me
I want a Hoover Max but there ain't enough money
And now I'm movin' fast, you get true whiplash
Shouldn't have left the gat 'cause havin' two could actually
Have let me have a shooting match with the police (God dammit)
I guess I'll keep runnin' fast, I'd die 'fore I let those motherfuckers cuff my back
What I hear now comin' 'cross the radio
They know 'bout what you did, shit, I hope you made it home
Even if you didn't, I'ma stash this car
Send you a text where you can find it for your last hurrah
Don't say I never helped you to combat the law
One thing I lied about though, the other gat ain't gone
But a single bullet'll be missin' from the mag is all
Goodbye, Cusa, never for— *gunshot*

I've had my time and I've had my life
And I've kept my word, so just take me away
I can't go back but I'll stay on course
So just take my word, and let me fade away
I've had my time and I've had my life
And I've kept my word, so just take me away
I can't go back but I'll stay on course
So just take my word, and let me fade away

Two weeks in and I'm all on the news
Rapper found dead, suspect on the loose
Last seen March 25th in the booth
Thirty-five K for a tip or a clue
Well, I been shacked up for a minute
Maybe I drive outta state to escape
They got the streets locked down
Like I'm John Wayne, clown
So I better act fast 'fore I'm found
So I hop in the El Camino, hell if we know
Dash is blinkin' like a whole casino
Floor that shit out the fuckin' garage
Goin' light speed like I shot Greedo
Goin' ninety-five on the freeway
Goin' by cars so fast like a speed race
I can barely tell if I'm even on track
But I don't really care, I'ma keep on fast
And I see shit flash from behind
Red and blue, bet your ass it's the swine
Go off road, tryna break the trail
They won't stop now 'til I rot in jail
Pullin' every last trick but I seem to prevail
Am I really gonna fuckin' cave? I can't fail
Speed up, thinkin' every possible outcome
Reach for the glove for a gat if I got one
Shit feels like GTA, but they can't let the beast escape
Tryna find a way to get back on the road
But it's only plateau, I got no where to stay
They gainin' on me, fuck is my plan?
Turn right around and start over again?
I hear the blinkin' comin' from my dash
Car fuckin' stops, I got no gas, fuck

I've had my time and I've had my life
And I've kept my word, so just take me away
I can't go back but I'll say on course
So just take my word, and let me fade away
I've had my time and I've had my life
And I've kept my word, so just take me away
I can't go back but I'll say on course
So just take my word, and let me fade away