That Ole Speed - Bobaflex

Run, you better run, you better run

Like the devil’s on your back

Hide, you better hide

You better hide from the wind and the sun

Because masters calling and taking over

The walls are falling

And you can’t make it on your own

Your shaking heartbeats racing bones are aching

The time has come to ask the question

Deep within your soul

I’m sick and tired of lying, sick and tired of cryin again

And that ol speed, got a hold on me, can I slow down?

I don’t think so

Pray, you better pray, you better pray to heavens above

Die, you gonna die

Your gonna die for things you have done

Because masters calling and takin over

The walls are falling

And you can’t make it on your own

Your shakin heartbeats racin bones are aching

The time has come to ask the question

Deep within your soul

I’m sick and tired of trying

Sick and tired of lying, sick and tired of crying again

And that ol speed got a hold on me

Can I slow down?

I don’t think so