| I’m heading in front door
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| Bobby in the back
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| A looking out
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| Ski masks and .44
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| Another score
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| Another silent town
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| My heart is going to burst right out chest
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| Stay calm, take the money and leave
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| Get you ass on the floor boy
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| This is a motherfuckin robbery
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| The clerk springs up like jack n the box
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| Looks like we got a hero here
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| Bobby clubs him with his .44
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| He goes down, the coast is clear
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| Empty the till, steel a lollipop
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| Blow the camera off the wall
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| Burnout in the parking lot
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| Laughing, hope the wheels stay on
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| The clerk rushes out with a shotgun
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| Glass floods the backseat
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| Bobby still laughing like a maniac
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| We’re lightning on the street
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| An off-duty cop see everything
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| Races to his car, pistol drawn
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| Radios for back up
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| Buckle up, the chase is on
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| Bobby’s hanging out of the window
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| Guns blazing hell and steel
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| The cop returns fire, blows a tire
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| Crash, wrap around a tree
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| But i fly from wreckage
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| Grab the money, my gun and flee
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| Bobby charges the fuzz
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| Like a wrecking ball
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| Gets blown clean off his feet
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| Calling all cars and the cavalry
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| Flashlights, hounds and gas
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| There ain’t nowhere to hide son
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| You’re surrounded, gonna get your ass
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| I vanish in the woods like a miracle
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| Vamoose, i’m gone, i’m free
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| Never to be seen again
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| Hands up, this is a motherfuckin robbery |