Текст JPEGMAFIA – Cops Are The Target Interlude

5 am, friday morning
Thursday night, far from sleep
I’m still up and driving
Can’t go home obviously

It was me and a gun
And a man on my back
And I sang «holy holy»
As he buttoned down his pants

You can laugh, it’s kind of funny
Things you think at times like these
Like I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of this