Hipfire

I go hipfire offhand
Some may call me offbrand
Like a texas wedge in Alabama land
Never goes as planned

Waiting for the hound to drop
Waiting for the snow to fall
Waiting for the time to stop
Waiting for the gun shot

I lean back on my home couch
The electric chair is my only out
I leave everything in doubt
When I go my own route
What does it mean to be on the clock
When I carry my own stop watch
For every single Ben Franklin I see
They are worth even less to me

I go leave my house in the morning light
I bought my very own Cameron ride
I find myself in a car chase downtown
The foreman told me to slow down

I leave jail in the evening sun
And I'm once again on the run
I'm a life lesson for my son
If I ever have one

I leave jail in the evening sun
And I'm once again on the run
I'm a life lesson for my son
If I ever have one



Credits
Writer(s): Lucas Höglund
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