You stuck in this place, I get it
Trapped in your world of darkness, It makes sense
A women ran to my car and said
You find any Stuff?
But first she told me just go up the road
Stuck in this place I get it
You got pushed out of your car
Money flew into the road
Hey love come on what you do and what you make?
Won't quit my job over the words you say, no
Get out of the way I smell the pills that you bring
No I won't be going to jail
Get out of the way I smell the pills that you take
I won't be going to jail, no
You trapped in a daze I get it
You're trying to bend me to your will
There are things I've got to do
Tied to all your chairs and seem just like the rest
Just wanting to get you up the road
Go away I've heard all you got to say
You get out of my car
Go away I've heard all you got to say
Get the hell out of my car
Get out of the way I smell the pills that you bring
No I won't be going to jail
Get out of the way I smell the pills that you take
I won't be going to jail, No
Get out of the way I smell the pills that you bring
I won't be going to jail
Get out of the way I smell the pills that you take
I won't be going to jail, No
