Bank Job (Explicit)

Put the cash in the bag and your hands to the sky

No more playing nice

No more wasting my time

Getaway ride

Drive into the night

On to paradise

Stuck in the trenches

Might go insane

Time that I spent I can’t throw away

Cold sweats, cracked bones and growing pains

Trust me you don’t want the

Smoke

Get

Choked out

I shoot my gun at the sky

I watch them run for their lives

Trust me you don’t want the

Smoke

Get

Choked out

Ah

I shoot my gun at the sky

I watch them run for their lives