Lyrics The Chase - The LongShots

You've been going out of town
Like it's going out of style
But you ain't gonna catch a break
Until you cut the city slicker for a while
Country Jekyll, city Hyde
We created Frankenstein
This ain't a race, not to chase a skinny white boy
Declaring genocide

I don't want it
Don't want it no more

Rum full of city life
Pocket full of dynamite
Missing elderly from Keller
In the front seat window going 95
No, I ain't got intent to sell
And if I did, I'd never tell
These aren't the drugs you're looking for
Got a reservation waiting at my hotel

I should have known it
They kicked in my door

It's getting down to the wire
Dodging machine gun fire
And all that's going through my head
Is how nobody my age is ever going to retire
Now everybody's got a bone
They pick until it's all gone
I ain't waiting for the clear of the mountain
Tiger later, but the wolves on their own

Between you and me
I'd rather be poor