Cannonballers

Pulled behind a car with a hundred different bumper stickers on

In the left lane, crawling 58 on the freeway

Ears a-ringing keychain, pressure in the blood

Can't slow down, I'm a time bomb ticking while I run

With a loaded gun staring at the sun

Got a blind eye, never hit the bullseye, just like acting tough

And I keep asking myself, "Hey, why are you running?"

Hardtop Impala

Blank checks and cannonballers

Heard the whistle blow from the Wabash

Can't borrow time with the cold cash

La, la, la-la-la-la, la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la

With the cold cash

La, la, la-la-la-la, la, la, la

Television preacher, got yourself another seeker on the line

Could you make the time? I could use divine intervention

Undivided attention, someone needs to know

Yeah, I cooked the books and threw my combinations

Dodging jabs and hooks with shallow conversations

Like a surface-level, speed-sick devil on the loose

And I keep asking myself, "Hey, why are you running?"

Hardtop Impala

Blank checks and cannonballers

Heard the whistle blow from the Wabash

Can't borrow time with the cold cash

La, la, la-la-la-la, la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la

With the cold cash

La, la, la-la-la-la, la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la-la

La, la, la-la-la-la, la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la

La, la, la-la-la-la, la, la, la

But I keep on running

Hardtop Impala

Blank checks and cannonballers

Heard the whistle blow from the Wabash

Can't borrow time with the cold cash

La, la, la-la-la-la, la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la

Can't borrow time with the cold cash

La, la, la-la-la-la, la, la, la

And I keep asking myself, "Hey, what are you running from?"

Don't know why I keep running