waving off our bow we gotta shoot 'em 'fore the sun heats up the south my finger in my mouth don't start the engine we won't ever make it
oh, i've got to give one last farewell i'll take him up to my hotel This rendevous won't take too long i'll make him whole i'll make him strong
well can you see my hell i didn't think that all his mercy'd keep too well i don't kiss and tell i've done the city 'cause the cops been on my trail
i've got to give one last farewell i'll take him up to my hotel i'll shoot him up i'll let him down and when i'm done you'll see yourself
i got the funds i got the money i got the money we won't ever drive oh well i got the funds i got the money i got the money we won't ever drive, oh
i'm not shaking for an Oklahoma City boy no, said i'm not shaking for an Oklahoma City boy no, i'm not shaking for an Oklahoma City boy no, said i'm not shaking for an Oklahoma City boy
and i'm so tired i'm so tired and i'm so tired put your finger in my cup
we're so broken we're so broken oh! we're so broken put your finger in my cup
well don't you wanna come out? well don't you wanna make the payments and make it well we're in the business so well its a pity when you never shared the wealth Read more at http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858737928/#SRBDQUtXeBbfyVVV.99