Song parody of
Cannonballers
by Colony House
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Pulled behind a car with a hundred different bumper stickers on
In the left lane crawling 58 on the freeway
Ears a ringing keychain, pressure in the blood
Can't slow down, I'm a time bomb ticking
While I run with a loaded gun staring at the sun
Got a blind eye never hit the bullseye
Just like acting tough
And I keep asking myself
Hey, why are you running?
Hardtop Impala
Blank checks and cannonballers
Heard the whistle blow from the Wabash
Can't borrow time with the cold cash
Sha la la-la-la-la la
La la la la-la-la-la (with the cold cash)
La la la-la-la-la la
La la
Television preacher got yourself another seeker
On the line, could you make the time
I could use divine intervention
Undivided attention
Someone needs to know
Yeah, I cooked the books and threw my combinations
Dodging jabs and hooks with shallow conversations
Like a surface level
Speed sick devil on the loose
And I keep asking myself
Hey, why are you running?
Hardtop Impala
Blank checks and cannonballers
Heard the whistle blow from the Wabash
Can't borrow time with the cold cash
Sha la la-la-la-la la
La la la la-la-la-la (with the cold cash)
La la la-la-la-la la
La la la la-la-la-la la
La la la la-la-la-la la
La la la la-la-la-la
La la la-la-la-la la
La la
(But I keep on running)
Hardtop Impala
Blank checks and cannonballers
Heard the whistle blow from the Wabash
Can't borrow time with the cold cash
Sha la la-la-la-la la
La la la la-la-la-la (can't borrow time with the cold cash)
La la la-la-la-la la
La la (And I keep asking myself)
(Hey, what are you running from?)
Pulled behind a car with a hundred different bumper stickers on
In the left lane crawling 58 on the freeway
Ears a ringing keychain, pressure in the blood
Can't slow down, I'm a time bomb ticking
While I run with a loaded gun staring at the sun
Got a blind eye never hit the bullseye
Just like acting tough
And I keep asking myself
Hey, why are you running?
Hardtop Impala
Blank checks and cannonballers
Heard the whistle blow from the Wabash
Can't borrow time with the cold cash
Sha la la-la-la-la la
La la la la-la-la-la (with the cold cash)
La la la-la-la-la la
La la
Television preacher got yourself another seeker
On the line, could you make the time
I could use divine intervention
Undivided attention
Someone needs to know
Yeah, I cooked the books and threw my combinations
Dodging jabs and hooks with shallow conversations
Like a surface level
Speed sick devil on the loose
And I keep asking myself
Hey, why are you running?
Hardtop Impala
Blank checks and cannonballers
Heard the whistle blow from the Wabash
Can't borrow time with the cold cash
Sha la la-la-la-la la
La la la la-la-la-la (with the cold cash)
La la la-la-la-la la
La la la la-la-la-la la
La la la la-la-la-la la
La la la la-la-la-la
La la la-la-la-la la
La la
(But I keep on running)
Hardtop Impala
Blank checks and cannonballers
Heard the whistle blow from the Wabash
Can't borrow time with the cold cash
Sha la la-la-la-la la
La la la la-la-la-la (can't borrow time with the cold cash)
La la la-la-la-la la
La la (And I keep asking myself)
(Hey, what are you running from?)
