Black van loading up a shotgun Head, chest, shoulder, shoulder, keep the motor running Stick to the plan if the cops come Mask down, gloves on, can't prove nothing
Desperate times call for desperate measures Barrel pointed at the teller
Put the money in the bag, and nobody gets hurt Or it's bang, bang, bang, and you're buried in the dirt You can't feed a family when the crops don't pay If God won't do it, then I'ma make it, I'ma make it rain
30-day notice on the screen door Hard work ain't working, and the bad got worse Sick of fucking praying for a downpour I'm tired of putting nothing in the plate at church
Put the money in the bag, and nobody gets hurt Or it's bang, bang, bang, and you're buried in the dirt You can't feed a family when the crops don't pay If God won't do it, then I'ma make it, I'ma make it rain
It's kinda funny how we prayed, prayed, prayed And the rain showed up as the van got away Ain't by chance that the cops came late Guess it pays to have a sheriff with the same last name
Put the money in the bag, and nobody gets hurt Or it's bang, bang, bang, and you're buried in the dirt You can't feed a family when the crops don't pay If God won't do it, then I'ma make it, I'ma make it rain
I'ma make it, I'ma make it rain I'ma make it, I'ma make it rain I'ma make it, I'ma make it rain Oh, God, please don't make me do it
Now we get to keep the farm, we paid the bank cash How are we the bad guys, since we gave it all back?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
