[Verse 1] Twenty on the dash through the roundabout Preskitt signs flash while I count it out Dust on my kicks Red clay on my jeans Heart doing laps Blue lights in my dreams Smoke in the trailer Foil on the plate Phone doing numbers like a giveaway Every other call got a shaky voice Everybody broke but they paying for the choice Glass in the backpack Tucked by the jack Eyes in the mirror Always checking for the black Truck in the driveway idling too long Neighbor say a prayer while I bag another stone Bills in a rubber band Sweat in my eyes Momma in the kitchen seeing right through lies Say "Boy That cash got a funeral smell" I just shrug Hit the door Head straight to hell [Chorus] I was running that road for a quick fix Cold hands Hot rock Bad business Every knock on the door felt endless Preskitt in my lungs In my sentence Said I’d quit Then I hit one more Chasing that ghost from the corner store Whole town sick Yeah I fed that war Now I pray those days don’t breathe no more (no more) [Verse 2] Ditch by the highway Stash in the weeds Cops roll past while I’m scraping my teeth Homie hit my line Say he need that rush Voice so thin Barely even a hush Kids in the back room Cartoons on Daddy in the shed with the light flipped on Burn marks Track marks Hole in the wall All for a bag that was never that small Judge in the black robe know my face Clerk know my name Know my case Public defender say "Take that plea" Chain on my ankles Chain on the street Time in a bunk with a metal frame Thinking ‘bout the lives that I set aflame Preskitt sky never looked so clear Til I saw it through glass and a visitor tear [Chorus] I was running that road for a quick fix Cold hands Hot rock Bad business Every knock on the door felt endless Preskitt in my lungs In my sentence Said I’d quit Then I hit one more Chasing that ghost from the corner store Whole town sick Yeah I fed that war Now I pray those days don’t breathe no more (no more, no more) [Bridge] If you’re posted on that corner with the same thirst Just know every fast dollar got a same hearse Every little white lie Every white curse Write your name in the dirt In reverse (yeah) [Chorus] I was running that road for a quick fix Cold hands Hot rock Bad business Every knock on the door felt endless Preskitt in my lungs In my sentence Said I’d quit Then I hit one more Chasing that ghost from the corner store Whole town sick Yeah I fed that war Now I pray those days don’t breathe no more (no more, no more)
