Texty:
My Morning Jacket They Ran

I gave it to her, and off into the night..... his arms were thin, and off into the night, they ran, oooo they ran, oooo they ran

I gave it to her, and off into the night..... his arms were thin, and off into the night, they ran, oooo they ran, oooo they ran

muthafuckin' bullies in my class That's always fuckin with me, but this shit's has to stop The next morning I snuck And I stuck my father's nine in my

Coup de Ville If my tapes and my CD's just don't sell, I bet my caddy will Well, it was just sundown in a small white town They call it East Side Palm

Cadillac The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz Then I start thinking, I should rob all these niggaz Man my homies they want do whatever I want do I say I want eat they

our lives we risk How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shifts Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest They handcuff me, they knew my government

ran with a brat pack of loose bolts and high social maladjusties Sacred, numb, and boundless went to same proto called cookie Well, I was dummy to some when my tongue was cradled and my

Down along the railroad track I ran into my old friend Jack He was dressed in his Sunday best But his face was mad and his eyes was a daze He said `I

They pulled out they pistols, started wettin' me up I see my life pass before my eyes in a flash I drew out my weapon and I started to blast My bitch