Matador

Rolling down the window, feeling how the wind blows
Let a little skin show, squint at the sun
Sticking to the backstreets, pistol in the backseat
Hope they never catch me, a man on the run

And I'm headed down to Tucson, boots on, sleeping on a futon
Monsoon coming on soon, time to move on
Up and atom like a neutron, look at me
I'm crossing more borderlines than Pusha T (yeah)

I bought a beat up truck in pesos
No, necesito conducir rápido solo, lejos
Got a half full tank and a half empty bottle
I'm heading southeast, whipping dirt up like tornadoes

Bought tomatoes from a stand, on the side of the street
Red as the devil, sweet as a peach
Juice drips from my lips, staining the seat
I park and step out barefoot on the beach, peace

They say trees grow stronger with the breeze
So, I'm watching 'em sway (I'm watching 'em sway)
I heard the words that they were speaking to me (yeah)
And now I'm walking away (hey)

Rolling down the window, feeling how the wind blows
Let a little skin show, squint at the sun
Sticking to the backstreets, pistol in the backseat
Hope they never catch me, a man on the run

(Here we go now)
I know where I've gone, but I don't know what's next
Don't know what road I'm on, but I know what's at the end, yeah
I know where I've gone, but I don't know what's next
Don't know what road I'm on, but I know what's at the end

I went to a Colosseum, I studied the matador
He stood proud, they opened up the cattle door
I respect the choice of garb he's wearing for the battle
He's like a ballerina, but his stage is just a gravel floor

When they're knocking at my door, I'll put on the jacket
And the hat, stockings, shoes, tie, and the pants to match it
Greet a hooded figure with a bullet
Wave the flag, watch the trigger, and I dodge it as they pull it

Rolling down the window, feeling how the wind blows
Let a little skin show, squint at the sun
Sticking to the backstreets, pistol in the backseat
Hope they never catch me, a man on the run