the chase

It would have been early Tuesday night.
Was quite spaced when the meth was misplaced.
We racked our brains,we tossed our room.
And all the while our little lady that was with us.
Smokes big plooms.
We were outraged and betrayed over this woman who was cursed by shrooms.
In the car we jump.

To do a deal,when the driver realised theirs cops.
Who want to spoil our deal.
So away he drove this driver of ours.
Upsetting the police.
With his driving venese.
With in moments he has.
The chasing cars, chasing wa h other while we sit back k and laugh.

So what the fu k can this man really do.
If you wonder is this all he can do.

Sirens come on.
Down the road we flew.
Police are lost there's nothing they can can do.

We lost the plod with a clean flog.
Down charthouse as sneaky and clean as a mouse.

We turn down a dark and gloomy street.
Everybody is asleep in my hands a knife I keep.
Never will I fall no sergeant ill meet.

Ad we do our deal.
Our palms are sweaty, knowing that the judge will give us plenty.

As we turn to head back home.
Our driver realises the smell of bone.
So now he speeds up.
The chase is on once again.
The police are gone.

We pull into home.
We turn lights off.
The driver let's out a flemmy cough.
He starts to curse at his chest.
Lights shine behind us again.
I don't have a worry cause I know we will make it home.

To bed we will rest.
Everyday the chase is on.
Morning till night they wonder were we have gone.

We lost our shit but we gained our knowledge.
That our driver can drive and needs no knowledge.

For we know what this man can do.
He will always beat the men in blue.