Antwontstop - Ridin Out

Everybody's after me I'm sorta like a fugitive
It's life or death and I'm just in the mood to live
I gave you hints but now I'm outta clues to give
My thoughts are so irrational, I think I'm losin' it
So excluded, they left me for dead, at last
All alone with some time to reflect on my past
I outlasted everyone in my class
These outcast motherfuckers only wanted my flash
They don't know me man
They must've gotten mixed up
I'm ridin' to Vegas, time to get my chips up
It's cold in the desert, what did you expect?
It was colder when I realized
Who was breathin' down my neck
Break check, they on my tail, not exactly
I'll prolly die before I let these fuckers catch me
I'm hidin out, wildin out
Coolin down
Collecting thoughts till I find my route
And if they catch me
They'll be findin out what I'm about
Until then I'm ridin out
I'm hidin out, wildin out
Coolin down
Collecting thoughts till I find my route
And if they catch me
They'll be findin out what I'm about
Until then I'm ridin out
Desperato, I'm livin it in real life
What's next to follow? I hit the bottle
Off to Colorado, never been a drinker
Now I'm obeyin the laws usin my blinkers
I got so many problems, you couldn't think of
Thought she keep us afloat, she was a sinker
Missin linker, broke my trust like it was nothin
Then tried to cover it up, but she was bluffin
After the job she left me stranded
Made off like a bandit like she planned it
Can't understand it
We were poolin mad chips, doin damage
I fucked it up when I let her take advantage
I should've went to Mexico
To brush up on my Spanish
I should know better, I'm educated
You never heard of a renegade that made it
I hear those sirens comin, I'm tired of runnin
I got a full clip I'm sure I'll think of somethin
I'm hidin out, wildin out
Coolin down
Collecting thoughts till I find my route
And if they catch me,
They'll be findin out what I'm about
Until then I'm ridin out
I'm hidin out, wildin out
Coolin down
Collecting thoughts till I find my route
And if they catch me
They'll be findin out what I'm about
Until then I'm ridin out
No sleep no pit stops,
I got a pocket full of ammo
I'll be ready if this shit pops
No sleep no pit stops,
I got a pocket full of ammo
I'll be ready if this shit pops

Written by:
Anthony Gutierrez

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