"Runaway" lyrics
Jon Conner, Syni Stixxx, Overtime & Naughty Northern Lyrics
I'm on a runaway highway
Life's a jam
Loaded gun in the palm of his hand
I might get stoned
And just fly away
Twice the Zans
I try to fight I piped again
I'm out here livin' like a runaway
Living like I'm one gun away from the end
Living on the edge, I guess it depends
Snakes are in the grass
Law can kiss my ass
Tank loaded up with gas
Catch me if you can
Was picking up the pace
Had to catch my breath
They'll be Picking up your pieces
So just watch your step
Seven shots is a question
Loaded 357
Smith and Wessons a veteran
Learning quick, todays lesson
Pickup sitting in some rust
But it's kicking up dust
Engine needs some real love
Life has been running rough
An Oil change is a must
But It won't be enough
Few badges on my tail
I won't go out in no cuffs
I'm on a runaway highway
Life's a jam
Loaded gun in the palm of his hand
I might get stoned
And just fly away
Twice the Zans
I try to fight I piped again
I'm out here livin' like a runaway
Got some work bro
Haha ahh ya
Living like there's no time left on the clock
Any minute they might run in the spot
Live my life by the code
Always out on the Road
Out here on the edge
Is where I feel right at home
By myself all alone
Yeah this glock got my back
I don't trust none of y'all
That right there is a fact
Got them muscle cars growling
On a highway to hell
Rather die in the street then ever die in a cell
When it's real you can feel it
When it's fly to can tell
Real recognize real and you don't ring a bell
If its wack, it's wack
But if it's dope it'll sell
Flows water anytime
I can go to the well
I'm on a runaway highway
Life's a jam
Loaded gun in the palm of his hand
I might get stoned
And just fly away
Twice the Zans
I try to fight I piped again
I'm out here livin' like a runaway
I'm out here livin like a runaway
Runaway, Runaway, Runaway
I see them mile markers passing
And I'm caught in a jam
I got them blueberries and cherries
On the back of my head
I'm a real rider from the boots to the brim
I take my whiskey from the bottle
So its straight to the head
Like I'ma runaway
I'm like a million miles in
And if you're watching like a clock
I'll be back 'round again
You make your money from money
You rinse and do it again
Until you're workin like a dog
Like a hound dog live
I been livin like a renegade
And cashin it in
I got the pedal to the metal
Bout a hundred and ten
And I ain't lookin for a problem
But it gotta begin
And if its gonna be one of us
Then its gotta be him
Hello
You got your cars
You're late
Ya, 20 minutes late
You're 18 minutes late
You owe me 18 cars
Runaway, Runaway
Livin' like a runaway
Life's a jam
Loaded gun in the palm of his hand
I might get stoned
And just fly away
Twice the Zans
I try to fight I piped again
I'm out here livin' like a runaway
Living like I'm one gun away from the end
Living on the edge, I guess it depends
Snakes are in the grass
Law can kiss my ass
Tank loaded up with gas
Catch me if you can
Was picking up the pace
Had to catch my breath
They'll be Picking up your pieces
So just watch your step
Seven shots is a question
Loaded 357
Smith and Wessons a veteran
Learning quick, todays lesson
Pickup sitting in some rust
But it's kicking up dust
Engine needs some real love
Life has been running rough
An Oil change is a must
But It won't be enough
Few badges on my tail
I won't go out in no cuffs
I'm on a runaway highway
Life's a jam
Loaded gun in the palm of his hand
I might get stoned
And just fly away
Twice the Zans
I try to fight I piped again
I'm out here livin' like a runaway
Got some work bro
Haha ahh ya
Living like there's no time left on the clock
Any minute they might run in the spot
Live my life by the code
Always out on the Road
Out here on the edge
Is where I feel right at home
By myself all alone
Yeah this glock got my back
I don't trust none of y'all
That right there is a fact
Got them muscle cars growling
On a highway to hell
Rather die in the street then ever die in a cell
When it's real you can feel it
When it's fly to can tell
Real recognize real and you don't ring a bell
If its wack, it's wack
But if it's dope it'll sell
Flows water anytime
I can go to the well
I'm on a runaway highway
Life's a jam
Loaded gun in the palm of his hand
I might get stoned
And just fly away
Twice the Zans
I try to fight I piped again
I'm out here livin' like a runaway
I'm out here livin like a runaway
Runaway, Runaway, Runaway
I see them mile markers passing
And I'm caught in a jam
I got them blueberries and cherries
On the back of my head
I'm a real rider from the boots to the brim
I take my whiskey from the bottle
So its straight to the head
Like I'ma runaway
I'm like a million miles in
And if you're watching like a clock
I'll be back 'round again
You make your money from money
You rinse and do it again
Until you're workin like a dog
Like a hound dog live
I been livin like a renegade
And cashin it in
I got the pedal to the metal
Bout a hundred and ten
And I ain't lookin for a problem
But it gotta begin
And if its gonna be one of us
Then its gotta be him
Hello
You got your cars
You're late
Ya, 20 minutes late
You're 18 minutes late
You owe me 18 cars
Runaway, Runaway
Livin' like a runaway
