[Intro: idling engine, low bass pulse] Engine runnin' Three rules [Hook] Engine runnin', I don't ever cut it off Get in, shut up, I don't give a fuck what you lost Three rules, partner, and the third one is the worst Never look in the back seat, don't wanna know who's hurt [Verse 1] Twelve years drivin' and I never caught a ticket Signal every lane change on the way out of the wicked Gray sedan, no rims, nothin' anybody notice Plates off a junkyard and a dashboard with no photos I don't play music, I just listen to the tires I can hear a cruiser idle three blocks back like a liar They pay me by the minute and I'm quiet by the hour Back seat seen more blood than a slaughterhouse shower Rule one, never kill the engine, not for nothin' Rule two, never learn a name, names turn into somethin' Tonight's a pickup, eastside, ten after one Two dudes and a duffel and a third one, kinda young I don't do faces, I just do the left turn Mirror tilted at the ceilin' so I don't ever learn [Hook] Engine runnin', I don't ever cut it off Get in, shut up, I don't give a fuck what you lost Three rules, partner, and the third one is the worst Never look in the back seat, don't wanna know who's hurt [Verse 2] Door slams, go, and I'm already rollin' Sirens wake up two blocks over like they knowin' Then a voice in the back, crackin', sayin' Unc And my heart hit the floor like a body in a trunk I know that voice, I taught it how to ride a bike Taught it how to tie a tie for the eighth grade dance night Rule three broken, tilt the mirror, look back My sister's only son with a pistol in his lap Sixteen, shakin', other two laughin' loud Like this a fuckin' movie and his mama would be proud [Beat Switch: double-time live drums, strings scream, bass growl] Hit the bridge at ninety and I kill the headlights Cut across the rail yard, I could drive this blind, right Left on the avenue, right on nothin', through a lot Under the overpass, back out, chopper lost the plot Drop point's a garage where the duffel get weighed I blow right past it and they yellin', yo, you strayed Pull 'em to the curb and I say get the fuck out Keep the duffel, keep the cut, keep my name out your mouth Just me and the kid and the engine in the dark Bus station, four a.m., and I hand him my part [Verse 3: back to half-time, quiet and cold] Said here's twelve years of never gettin' caught Every dollar that I made by never givin' it a thought Get on that bus, don't call me, don't call your mom Not until you got a real job and your hands are calm He said what about you, Unc, they comin' for you tonight I said I know the ride, been practicin' my whole life Watched the bus pull off, then I drove back to the place Four cars waitin' with their high beams in my face Twelve years, never once, not for nothin', not for no one First time in my life, I cut the engine, let 'em come [Final Hook] Engine runnin', I don't ever cut it off Get in, shut up, I don't give a fuck what you lost Three rules, partner, and I broke the one that's worst Looked into the back seat, now I know who's hurt [Outro: engine shuts off, silence, one bass hit] Engine off
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