that's on god
my phone's up
had a dream about you
and you don't even know me
you don't give a damn about me
go through me like a goddamn bullet
keep loving you even though i shouldn't
keep running my mough though i shouldn't
broken dash, broken glass
odometer reading, i can't read with bloody eyes
cop said on god i went 40 above the speed limit
used to live bad now i live good
that's on god
to tell me how i live wrong
in the back my Dad said
Son you're a true son
that's when i think i hit the gas
gotta get out this town
can't see my face around these parts
that's on god to send his son there
and im not me
she goes through me like a bullet
thought i wore a vest
but out my heart goes through the window
dad said he saw me in him
she goes through her day
not noticing me
she goes through my mind
and my disillusions
my belongings and my settlement
for her, that's on God
to take me away from her
had a dream of her in my scope so i pulled the trigger
