I'm riding a dirty truck made by Ford It's fast though heavy as it's loaded with booze Heading fast to the hidden side road I know I cut the lights and go on in the dark Truckload of stolen booze That's the sh** I'm in The plan was great but it didn't go that well Damn man! We'll all go to hell!
Faster, faster! No time at all. I'll hide the stuff and leave the town If gang's gonna get me... man! I'm dead – k**ed by Al himself (I'll be k**ed) Leave the home, city, state. Forget the country of U.S. of A. Mexico I'm embracing you, now Sweet home has changed its place