Yeah-yeah, eeh
Foot on the gas, out on the road
Goin' for broke, plottin' on gold
Ain't lookin' back, nowhere is home
Life as an outlaw, with nowhere to go
I packed up my bags, I'm fresh out of smokes
I'm takin' my habits, I'm holdin' them close
I'm pickin' my poison, it's eatin' my soul
Tell momma I love her, I'm out with the crows
We ride palominos like they're SRTs (Yeah)
Once I pick a speed, ain't no catchin' me, ayy
Lookin' for me, I be out in Tennessee
I don't stay the night, grab the cash and leave
And there's no way out of the life that we chose
Everyone knows where it goes
Ayy, we ride palominos like they're SRTs
Once I pick a speed, ain't no catchin' me
When the sun go down, we gon' push these horses to the limit
Yeah, in a lane of my own, can't get in 'cause we ain't with all of the switchin'
I'm in Dan Post, everyone lookin', the shit I put on different
Standin' ten toes, don't get too close
No matter who start it, we finish
I love my rifle, cross my heart, that will not change
Took a little bit of peyote, why the hell am I still in space?
Wifey gone, I'm finna go hard for the next three days
Withdrew all my money and then I broke the bank
We ride palominos like they're SRTs (Yeah)
Once I pick a speed, ain't no catchin' me, ayy
Lookin' for me, I be out in Tennessee
I don't stay the night, grab the cash and leave
And there's no way out of the life that we chose
Everyone knows where it goes
Ayy, we ride palominos like they're SRTs
Once I pick a speed, ain't no catchin' me
We ride palominos like they're SRTs (Yeah)
Once I pick a speed, ain't no catchin' me, ayy
Lookin' for me, I be out in Tennessee
I don't stay the night, grab the cash and leave
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