We gear up in the ski mask, and put the gas in the car,
It's 4am and we're driving down the highway, with a bag full of money dirty laundry,
Don't think I'm running this time, but I've been losing my mind,
The cryptic thoughts of a criminal, all from a girl that's not mine,
And there's a black and white man, hooded jacket, in a chariot,
Average height not NBA, you sure he is? I'm positive, I know
And then they try to ask the girl I'm in love with what's my whereabouts,
and have you had a call or been in contact can we find him right now,
She said, I don't know, I told her tell the cops to come stop knocking at her door now,
right now
She said, Officer, can you leave your number cos I'm actually kind of busy right now,
Picks up her phone and says, he's not my neighbour no more
Take off my jacket and ski mask, and start regretting my actions,
It's 5am and we're rolling round with $300 dollars, couple 40s in a brown paper bag,
Don't think I'm losing this time, but I've been losing my mind,
the cryptic thoughts of a criminal, or from a girl that's not mine,
And there's another weird description there's a third guy in a runner suit,
coulda swear I've seen him here before but I'm not positive. I know,
I know
And then they try to ask the girl I'm in love with if she loves me back,
or have you had a call and would you speak about a guilty man now,
right now,
She said, I don't know, I told her tell the cops to come stop knocking at her door now,
right now
She said, Officer, can you leave your number cos I'm actually kind of busy right now,
Picks up her phone and says, he's not my neighbour no more