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20 Jul
20Jul


Wheelman


This run is my swan song

After tonight 

This smuggling is going to stop

Every headlight in my rearview mirror

Looks like it's a cop

All these kilos in back

They're weighing heavy on my mind

I can't get busted  

Lord knows I'm too old

To do anymore time


I sleep with one eye open

I keep the other on my gun

I'm the only friend I've got

And I'm not sure, 

he's one I can trust

 

You think it's easy money

It cost more than it's worth

I'm paid from people's broken dreams

It's stained with blood  

I'm sure it's cursed


Running on borrowed luck unanswered prayers

There's no contracts in this business

The only insurance I  have

Is some criminal's word


I've used so many names

I'm not sure mine  

is authentic or not

It changes every time 

the wheels turn

Everyone I  meet 

Must be someone  I forgot 


The playing field is so crowed

Their all fighting for elbow room

You can't tell the players even with a program

Who's on the take or talking out of school.


Don't judge me for this life of my mine

Don't put the blame on me

I wouldn't be a wheelman and smuggler

If you and you and everyone else 

didn't have the need


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