DOA (Metal Mix)

'Cause I been travelin' this road alone
And tell my mama I ain't comin' back home
I said it's fine, bury me with a bottle of Jack
My .45 cocked still in my lap, the law man want me dead

It's a vicious cycle throw a suitcase in my El Camino, and then I get the rifle
Mama know I ain't comin' back this time
She standin' on the porch cryin' while she grips the Bible
Bloodshed could be in order, my baby's ready to ride, and I'm comin' for her
Didn't mean to fall in love with the sheriff's daughter
But that asshole feels like he can't support her

He gon' learn today, ask for her hand in marriage
Tried to do this thing the earnest way
He had the nerve to say, "Over my dead body"
Be the only way well he should be concerned today
'Cause I'm comin' to get her without an invitation
Been anticipating this altercation so he can reassess this situation
But I'm on my way, that's all I'm sayin'

APB out on my truck
Go ahead and rev my cruisin' up
Let 'em all know I'm quick as hell
Hit him like Richard Jeff and Dale
Many might not be racin' fans
Smoke them peas like honey baked ham
Choke .39, three piston cams
Two front tires tryin' to make a stand

I'll be damned, you handcuff me
Colt .45 might disagree
Ain't it kinda funny how the shotgun
Rides shotgun like a triple OG
If you know me, you know my mama
Wants my guns just like Obama
But I can't do that
No way I straight up bang, let's regulate

'Cause I been travelin' this road alone
And tell my mama I ain't comin' back home
I said it's fine, bury me with a bottle of Jack
My .45 cocked still in my lap
The law man want me dead (let 'em know they ain't takin' me alive)
The law man want me dead (let 'em know they ain't takin' me alive)
I said it's fine, bury me with a bottle of Jack
My .45 cocked still in my lap, the law man want me dead

'Cause I been pissed you can sense this
Bets off when I walk through the entrance
Never watch my mouth or regret shit
I wreck shit, I got a death wish
This bar right here I set this
You better withdraw, I check shit
Better back step 'cause I crack necks
You're the one way ticket to your last breath

I got problems, nope, no medications
I got a duffle bag full of all the heads I've taken
Think I'll stop now, boy, you dead mistaken
I got hair triggers, man, I'm gettin' aggravated
White boy went nuts, now he actin' shady
Law man want me dead 'cause I'm catchin' cases
And I ain't goin' back in, you can tell 'em all then
This time I'm goin' out with a bang (bang)

Lookin' at the clock, it's 8:05
Everything gonna stop and it ain't no lie
Even those boys said I ain't gonna ride
Better fight or run 'cause it ain't gonna fly
I'm gonna ride 'til the end, 'til the days go by
Them corners won't bend, and I can't go right
To then end of the tunnel, man, that ain't no lie
They ain't no sinner, got a halo right

Steady roll out, roll out keep it movin' don't look back
You better hold now, hold now 'cause them boys are all unstrapped
You better slow down, slow down, I don't think you wanna do that
'Cause when it go down, go down, some of us ain't comin' back

'Cause I been travelin' this road alone
And tell my mama I ain't comin' back home
I said it's fine, bury me with a bottle of Jack
My .45 cocked still in my lap
The law man want me dead
The law man want me dead
I said it's fine, bury me with a bottle of Jack
My .45 cocked still in my lap
The law man want me dead

'Cause I been travelin' this road alone
And tell my mama I ain't comin' back home
I said it's fine, bury me with a bottle of Jack
My .45 cocked still in my lap
The law man want me dead (let 'em know they ain't takin' me alive)
The law man want me dead (let 'em know they ain't takin' me alive)
I said it's fine, bury me with a bottle of Jack
My .45 cocked still in my lap
The law man want me dead
The law man want me dead

I said it's fine, bury me with a bottle of Jack
My .45 cocked still in my lap
The law man want me dead (let 'em know they ain't takin' me alive)
The law man want me dead (let 'em know they ain't takin' me alive)
I said it's fine, bury me with a bottle of Jack
My .45 cocked still in my lap
The law man want me dead



Credits
Writer(s): Wesley David Breit, Ryan Michael Fleming, Sharpe Robert Clayton, King Brian Andrew, Bennett Dustin Michael
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