Be my baby
Be my girl
Have my baby
Have my girl
Running crazy
Around your suburbs
Yea, yea, yea...
There's a bounty
On my neck
If they catch me
They get a check
Never give them
No respect
Because all authority
Have told me
You're just a lost cause
I know how people like you end up
And if i die young
I was born with a target on my
Head
With a target on my head
Wrong time
Pulling on the right skirt
Dreaming bout some diamonds
Reflecting a black heart
Trigger finger rest on
Button that say restart
Hard to take control
When
You're driving the motions
Paranoia is killing me
And that's without you walking on and off of me
We were laying on the blacktop
Felt just like a droptop
Looking at the stars she
Told to go kick rocks
You're just a lost cause
(She said)
"I know how people like you end up"
And if i die young
I was born with a target on my
Head
With a target on my head
