ReLAX
There was a lockdown in the airport
Falsely accused, and approached with a faulty report
With a witness that was sure that he saw you, sneaking around
With a gun in your hand, forcing hostages to the ground.
There was a shootout on the atrium
You were spotted by a snapback hat in a Levi jacket
Walking away from the scene of a crime
In this state, that's ten to life
There was a chair in interrogation
I bet it felt like the end of the world
The killer's on the loose, he's a threat to the nation
They cast the blame on you, they're taking aim on you
There was a lockdown in the airport
Falsely accused, and approached with a faulty report
With a witness that was sure that he saw you, sneaking around
With a gun in your hand, forcing hostages to the ground.
6'1, Thick rims, with a sinister grin
He's sitting first class, looking innocent
In a change of clothes, and a gun that he knows
Was tucked away in your bag while you were indisposed
Where he's off to, nobody knows
There was a chair in interrogation
I bet it felt like the end of the world
The killer's on the loose, he's a threat to the nation
They cast the blame on you, they're taking aim on you
Falsely accused, and approached with a faulty report
With a witness that was sure that he saw you, sneaking around
With a gun in your hand, forcing hostages to the ground.
There was a shootout on the atrium
You were spotted by a snapback hat in a Levi jacket
Walking away from the scene of a crime
In this state, that's ten to life
There was a chair in interrogation
I bet it felt like the end of the world
The killer's on the loose, he's a threat to the nation
They cast the blame on you, they're taking aim on you
There was a lockdown in the airport
Falsely accused, and approached with a faulty report
With a witness that was sure that he saw you, sneaking around
With a gun in your hand, forcing hostages to the ground.
6'1, Thick rims, with a sinister grin
He's sitting first class, looking innocent
In a change of clothes, and a gun that he knows
Was tucked away in your bag while you were indisposed
Where he's off to, nobody knows
There was a chair in interrogation
I bet it felt like the end of the world
The killer's on the loose, he's a threat to the nation
They cast the blame on you, they're taking aim on you
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