Without a trace I move to place
We go thirds on it
I grab my gun, goes down the sun
Tie up the guard with it
We use that rope, tie up that dope
Make sure it's tight, baby
Tell that girl, don't you speak
And we'll be gone baby
No need to speak, I'll go weak
If I get twelve on it

I shoulda listened
Oh no, time slow
I shoulda listened

I shoulda listened
Oh no, time slow
I shoulda listened

Can't go by train or run to Spain
It's like a game, they're on it
We'll beat this game but just in case
We'll be gone baby
I hear some shots, it must be cops
Let's go baby
A car crash, I start to blast
They got five on me
Shots hit my chest, I'm wearing vest
Should've run from it

I shoulda listened
Oh no, time slow
I shoulda listened

I shoulda listened
Oh no, time slow
I shoulda listened

I shoulda listened
Oh no, time slow
I shoulda listened

I shoulda listened
Oh no, time slow
I shoulda listened

Oh no, I shoulda listened
Time slow, oh no

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Adrian Nicholas Matthew Thaws