(Catch me if you can)
(Catch me if you can)
(Catch me if you can)(Catch me if you...)
Catch me if you can
Find me if you can
Startle me, battle me, rattle me, swallow me follow if you can
You′re so hollow, you wallow, you know you never can
Overrated automated Western cars
From afar makes me sick
Imma should of could of bomb a blue-red prick
Imma get a blade and smother all the blood from my wrist
You may think my mind has got some sort of weird-ass twist
Remind you that you've done it too
Twice was too many booms
And Imma about to ride you right over this blue-ass mood
Driving through the Bayshore route running over you
Two JZ GTE echoes through the roof
Blasting new music this city has got to prove
And I′m the proof
The neon lights are hallowed as the truth
The ads flash between both the sun and moon
The darker the night the blacker the rain
But faster the car, the louder the car, the more it heals the pain
Catch me if you can
Catch me if you can
Catch me if you can
If you think you got it all
Then catch me if you can
Catch me if you can
Here chase my neon lights
Because it's been flashing all night long
As I'm cruising down the blues of the Bayshore route
A white Cadillac runs through the melancholic view
Better know he′s cruising for the bruising in a few
Seconds the city has got no roof
For those who choose to screw the hue of the view
I refuse such a new concept
Oppenheimer ain′t the power
It was uncle sam who held the hour of the doom
And the boom of a nation we amuse
While we can't accept the future is still dark
The past has many question marks
So we hide it underneath the shade of golden arcs
The neon lights hide the shady life
Of Shinjuku nights and make the city shine
And make the city sleepless
Love and relationships are needless
Stepping on the brakes is a show of weakness
I hit the Cadillac and it starts rolling over
I slow down knowing it′s finally game over
I wish them well in heaven
I hope he goes to hell
I wish these cars moved backwards
Because future seems unwell
I wish those lights were brighter
Like back in eighty-nine
I wish this nation bothered with making more new lives
I don't want to be alone
I don′t want to work no more
No I don't want to be at home
No I don′t want to hear kids die no more
No I don't want to hear these old dudes
Making our laws again and I hate to say
But things can't stay the same
But who′s gonna make the change?
Where are all the youth?
We are all out of use
Old age, road rage
We are running out of juice
Got to finish the race
Got to raise the pace
Got to take their place
Running hundred-eight miles
But still we running late so we run in style
We forget about the hate so we run and ring and dial
Suicide hotline put on hold for a while
The tile on the road is smoking wild
Makes me smile like a child
Run away from juvenile
Hit and run those pedophiles
I don′t give a damn about no pending vigilante trials
Exile all the men who are senile
They'll defile the child and make them hostile
Now the country starts to slowly smell and rot
Tie a noose, extra knots
The road is narrow like an arrow like an old man′s thought
But I can't stop now
I hit rainbow bridge and my car falls from the edge
