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I see a girl running her assets are bouncing around
She's running from the chaos that's happening in town
Hypocrisy and lies are just laying around
To where a well made woman can't hold it down

When a well made woman can't hold it down
It's time to get all your gold and get the hell out of town
Get the hell out of town, get the hell out of dodge
Drive your dodge through your garage, door if it's down

You got twenty two minutes to get what you got best
It's time to put your good choice making skills to the test
You better make wise choices and forget the rest 
I got weapons and ammunitions strapped to my vest
And as I load the gas can there are two minutes left

Since I'm in the business of avoiding death
I ain't got enough time to pass my joint to the left
Even the lord dying Jesus took a dying breath and
Oh, by the way there is no time left

I hear some loud crashes, clouds falling all around
There's chaos, fear, and fog lying on the ground 
I jump into my car and I turn the key
Where does one run when running from eternity
There's no time left so my foots to the floor
Right through my mahogany garage door

Isn't it funny how your possessions mean nothing
When staying alive is your one and only something
Life as we know it has fallen under attack
When trouble is riding trouble on trouble's back


2/26/2018

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