Last on Planet Rock

It feels like a ghost town, they're getting close now, I hear the bark of the basset hounds in surround sound
My heart racing, running uptown, ducked in a crowd, heard the shots fired, lucky this time around
I keep it moving, cuz I seen them pursuing, stole a Denali from a Sally to continue my movement
Returning to the mecca to see a Large Professor, bullets riddling the car from a Colonel Jessup
I looked down, saw ketchup, dripping out my arm, god darn i feel alarmed, I'm bout to get swarmed
By the Gestapo's tryna debacle, and turn me to a cuckold, I grabbed a 40 bottle and left they brain boggled
I'm sorry I'm so hostile, I'm not an apostle, it just doesn't seem possible with my role models
I'm driving over potholes, running for the border, no way I'm taking orders from a fucking employer

I feel like I'm the last one left, I'm tired of running, can't catch my breath
They tryna murder me, and shut me down, I aint going nowhere, i be under the ground
I feel like im the last one left, I'm tired of running, can't catch my breath
They tryna murder me, and shut me down, but I aint going nowhere, I'm under the ground like that

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Writer(s): Montana Macks
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