S.N.S.

I wanna caddy for my paddy with the lever stuck I won't tell no one if you decide your knees are stuck Rip around the corner I got gas to tank I know you'll notice when I pull the switch and pass the bank 34 miles in a kiddy zone, living' life reckless, legless Foot in the door I'll take your best for this Leaving my soul, I'm leaving Memphis God be grinning a shilling, my love for corn-fed Texas Send my regards to the church, doin well, not for long Same with me, I'm holding out but in the wrong ways Looking forth like I'm looking downgrade Don't want this always I'm accepting of my fate but is this my way Of saving word for the day And staying out of their way, do I agree With what I say Bank account looking like my gas tank I gotta ride around with caution like I pass 'caine I know I don't do a lot for my last name But its okay, as long as I'm living life in the fast lane Because the higher the speedometer read the faster the clock tick And I'm getting older everyday, gotta figure my options I'm running like somebody filled my engine with water I should probably get a new starter, couldn't hit it any harder When the road flows, I keep pace but still dealing with gears skipping Burn out an irreplaceable clutch, get the news written I need a pick me up Grade me up to delivery truck Without handing another dollar, you never gave it a f*ck I'm living off of my luck and I think it's bout to run up But I'm hoping that my insurance will cover up what they fucked up Seems like it's the only way to get my mileage up Without beating myself up over shit that I can't fix I'm wondering if there's a better way to get my fix When all of this is self-inflicted but I couldn't see who did it Theres a candle waiting, I hope that you already lit it