[Verse 1]
Jaws in the backseat, foot to the floor, tall in the county line
That corn makes the right kind, clearly you ain’t far behind
You hit the pitch, son of a *****, they ain’t taking you alive
[Chorus]
You better run, you better run, you better run, son
Lord, you better run
Better run, you better run, you better now
Lord, you better run
You the lightning, you the sun
Just now, Lord, you better run
[Verse 2]
She skipped a backseat a Sunday best
Knock the when the church rang, I there a preaching man
I said, son, you to see the light with a shotgun ***?
[Chorus]
You better run, you better run, you better run, son
Lord, you better run
Better run, you better run, you better now
Lord, you better run
You the you the gun
Just now, Lord, you better run
[Verse 3]
Eighteen down to the day that flesh blood
Scared to death, white in the of Conn
I said, take keys take money, I won’t tell them what you’ve done
You better run, you better run, you better run, son
Lord, you better run
Better run, you better run, you better now
Lord, you better run
You the living, you the blood
Just now, Lord, you better run
Mmm, you better run
Yeah
You better run
