Out of Line

I've got ways to make you talk And I got fireguns in my rearview mirror Oh yeah man Halleluja, I saw his name I'm talking to the walls again Sure I am Look down, do it again We're where, where we'll be then Close your eyes and count to ten I'm out of here Oh ho You made me ride out of line Cold and unkind but Oh ho I got nothing but you on my mind I just about had enough of all of yo colonial bluffin Hurray I don't think of me but her instead And I remember every word you Ever said Well damn it, I should have known That ya can never find you a home When your concerns are not yo own I'm out of here Oh ho You made me ride out of line Cold and unkind but Oh ho I got nothing but you on my mind Ho oh boy You made me ride out of line Cold and unkind but Oh ho I got nothing but you on my mind She looks so pretty In that gorgonzola dress Oh my God Amen But have you ever had the dolce vita sing Let me tell you (around around) around again I wanna hold you accountable, explore the possibility Apply for higher order Um can you hear me? I want to call ya in the middle of the night and you're all Wired up dancing and all those pretty things that I love changing