"rome" lyrics
Cruising the eighty
With a gun to the back of my head
Of a man that is angry
It's pressing against me
Cold metal
With a bolt and a barrel
That's aluminum alloy
Forty-five heavy
If I swerve to the right
Then we're both going down in the valley
Burnt brakes on a chevy
It's a downhill slope and he tells me
To leave at the exit
If I am wrong I will know
(Everybody talk slow when you're walking to 'em)
I will not do this alone
(Ain't nobody want more than you offer to 'em)
Somebody took what I own
(Ain't nobody keep score but you wanna win it)
I'm giving up all my hope
(Lady drop down low cuz you're messing with it)
Six thousand soldiers in Rome
(Marching everybody down whatchu do about it)
Sex, money, fame on your phone
(What the body gonna do when you leave without it)
Refuse to move it along
And in all that write
I'm a hero, of course
Not a drugged-up hippie
You can't get off of your porch
And you love me
Can't you say that you love me
With a gun to the back of my head
Of a man that is angry
It's pressing against me
Cold metal
With a bolt and a barrel
That's aluminum alloy
Forty-five heavy
If I swerve to the right
Then we're both going down in the valley
Burnt brakes on a chevy
It's a downhill slope and he tells me
To leave at the exit
If I am wrong I will know
(Everybody talk slow when you're walking to 'em)
I will not do this alone
(Ain't nobody want more than you offer to 'em)
Somebody took what I own
(Ain't nobody keep score but you wanna win it)
I'm giving up all my hope
(Lady drop down low cuz you're messing with it)
Six thousand soldiers in Rome
(Marching everybody down whatchu do about it)
Sex, money, fame on your phone
(What the body gonna do when you leave without it)
Refuse to move it along
And in all that write
I'm a hero, of course
Not a drugged-up hippie
You can't get off of your porch
And you love me
Can't you say that you love me
