Driven by Demons Songtext

von Bob Wayne

You better stash the weed mam,
I aint going to prison again
Then I got 50 dollars ... on my way back cd
I got half a pound of merchandise what can I say
Is all I seen
Well that dont matter, theyll never catch me, I got demons driving me
Yeah, be driven, my things
They tell me where to go
Yeah, be driven, my things, demons please drive me home
Now the cops are shooting at me, check my rear window just got broke
I bullets, aint no fucking joke
I got my foot hard on the pedal and
Are driving, or Ill be looking at 10 long years

Be driven by demons, demons please drive me home
But now damn there goes a rear tire,
When shooting out,
Oh I cant help but walk through, demons plan on doing that
Seven chevy coupe, I wonder the police
So be driven by demons, they tell me where to go
Be driven by demons, demons please drive me home
Well that dont look like the way home demons
That looks like the police department
In handcuffs, god damn be driven by demons, they tell me where to go
Be driven by demons, demons please drive me home.