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Pulled behind a car with one hundred different bumper stickers on In the left lane, crawling 58 on the freeway Ears a ringing keychain, pressure in the blood Can't slow down, I'm a time bomb ticking while I run With a loaded gun staring at the sun Got a blind eye, never hit the bullseye Just like acting tough And I keep asking myself "Hey, why are you running?" Hardtop Impala, blank checks and Cannonballers Heard the whistle blow fom the Wabash Can't borrow time with the cold cash La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (With the cold cash) La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Television preacher, got yourself another seeker on the line Could you make the time? I could use divine intervention Undivided attention, someone needs to know Yeah, I cooked the books and threw my combinations Dodging jabs and hooks with shallow conversations Like a surface level, speed sick devil on the loose And I keep asking myself "Hey, why are you running?" Songtexte Hardtop Impala, blank checks and Cannonballers Heard the whistle blow fom the Wabash Can't borrow time with the cold cash La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (With the cold cash) La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (But I keep on running) Hardtop Impala, blank checks and Cannonballers Heard the whistle blow fom the Wabash Can't borrow time with the cold cash La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Can't borrow time with the cold cash) La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la And I keep asking myself "Hey, what are you running from?" Don't know why I keep running Aus Songtexte Mania