You said don't buy dope from the man you don't know
I don't know you won't
Don't get stuck in his pickup truck
In arm's reach, front seat
Man you're out of luck
Flush it downstream
Before it's found drowned swimming in your blood stream
If you must, crush it up into dust
If you must cut it up, then lie down
But I won't let you tell me what I can do
You try to scare me
But you're never gonna catch me, catch me, catch me
So don't you tell me how to run that race
You said don't back down in your wedding gown
Don't make a sound, you never made a sound
Don't chime in with your opinion
You don't need to object, man you're such a wreck
Rush to find a pulse before you're
Deep in dirt crushed by a cross like
Like jumping out of a moving train
Coming down is such a pain
But i won't let you tell me what I can do
You try to scare me
But you're never gonna catch me, catch me, catch me
So don't you tell me how to run that race

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Writer(s): Nicholas Shanahan Thorburn