Тексты песни «Highway Robbery»

You'd never imagine Us bringing a loaded gun To the ballroom This party's about to kick off Tonight is the wrong night The devil's own are Only starting up the first round of the fight So hang on tight Dear...

I've got a way of seeing things Way too many of these American dream things At least I got a way of making ends meet I've got a way for messing things up I've got a way for making things up in my head A little too...

An MC stepped to me, lying about one Kid that rolled with him, who died in the outcome Thinking he could get with me, gain victory When the season's all on his beef was hickory The situation at hand still remained...

An MC stepped to me, lying about one Kid that rolled with him, who died in the outcome Thinking he could get with me, gain victory When the season's all on his beef was hickory The situation at hand still remained...

Okay Officer I admit it, I was speedin' But before you write me up Let me tell you the reason I wasn't tryin' to out run you I was chasin' a guy who outta the blue He committed a crime Back about a mile or two, oh yeah...