Woke up at the motor inn I was feeling sick Living on cottons everyday gutter hype with no veins I need a fix, I need a front I need a new approach, a new approach
I'm boosting good at the record store A carton of smokes stolen credit cards The hustle weighs a ton the daily tolls Too much everything is hurry up and wait
Everything I get goes to the man My life gets wasted in a bag Had to cop on the street this alley's hot saw The goons made the switch, here comes the squad
Started chasing us we kept on running We never really got away, we kept on running We never really got away You never get away
