OUTLAW

I bet you wish you could see those cuffs on my wrist I bet you wish you could make me pay for all the crimes I did I heard a little cowboy saying whispers and shit About how I had you fawning until I resist Looks like it’s catching up and you’re the one behind it But maybe you were wrong all along And your parrots spilled all your secrets Keeping me ahead of it You can keep your little evidence You can keep your alibis Everybody’s got a story BUT NOBODY GETS MINE! I’M AN OUTLAW, WHAT YOU GONNA DO?! Got a whole damn town watching my moves Point your fingers, call me a criminal You want a confession? MAKE IT BELIEVABLE! I’M AN OUTLAW, I DON’T SCARE THAT EASY! You want the truth? Come and try to read me You can lock the doors, you can draw your line BUT YOU’LL NEVER GET WHAT’S RUNNING THROUGH MY MIND! Ohhhh, the mental chasing has me feeling alive Just when they’re close, my sirens become my disguise They can tell what’s what and say I’m on their side I’d act just like you if my confidant was telling all my steps to keep me behind I guess the pull I give keeps everybody in line But the chase doesn’t stop unless I surrender on my own time I’M AN OUTLAW, WHAT YOU GONNA DO?! Got a whole damn town watching my moves Point your fingers, call me a criminal You want a confession? MAKE IT BELIEVABLE! I’M AN OUTLAW, I DON’T SCARE THAT EASY! You want the truth? Come and try to read me You can lock the doors, you can draw your line BUT YOU’LL NEVER GET WHAT’S RUNNING THROUGH MY MIND!