82 Suburban

There's times that feel like peace of mind will come my way There's times that feel like it's all behind me, my thoughts at bay There's parts of me that will always need to look over my shoulder Plot that route through the smoke, yeah There's parts of me that will always need to look over my shoulder Plot that route through the smoke Live by the gun or rest easy by the gun Born fugitive, raised up, hunted down, on the run 1982 red suburban getaway Case caught fame, now they want momma on the resume Slip through the borders, safe house like the warlords Plot the next move forward, discrete meet with reporters Out quick, the spot gets hot Not hard to make out when the cops on the block Find me, find me, I'm gone, yeah Dodge them every time, yeah Straight from California a la Costa Mexicana And there's times that feel like peace of mind will come my way And there's times that feel like it's all behind me, my thoughts at bay There's parts of me that will always need to look over my shoulder Plot that route through the smoke, yeah There's parts of me that will always need to look over my shoulder Plot that route through the smoke Forever tied to this clandestine life Every city map marked up with another place to hide Remember counting street lights, passing through califas One day we'll come back with our freedom and our peace, yeah And if the fight don't end, you'll catch me flying swift And stealth around the bend And through the dust vanish before the red and blue begin And one day when the smoke go clear The tail is gone and the ride don't steer I'll take a breath, tell the story from the jungle depths Rest my head, recount the steps Rising from the bitterest times when life can be the best, yeah When life can be the best, yeah And there's times that feel like peace of mind will come my way And there's times that feel like it's all behind me, my thoughts at bay There's parts of me that will always need to look over my shoulder Plot that route through the smoke ya There's parts of me that will always need to look over my shoulder Plot that route through the smoke ya There's parts of me that will always need to look over my shoulder Plot that route through the smoke ya There's parts of me that will always need to look over my shoulder