Nowhere to Go

Verse 1]

Everybody wants to play the outlaw,

Yeah, they’re howlin’ just to make a sound.

Everybody thinks they’re some messiah,

But they’re trippin’ when the lights go down.

Sometimes I think they chase me

Just to brag they shook my hand.

But I can’t find a moment’s mercy,

So I do it with my own two hands.

C-c-c-crawlin’,

Like shadows through my veins.

Your poison words and cameras,

Keep beatin’ down my name.

You drained my whiskey,

You choked out my smoke,

Still you circle in tighter—

Like a fire I never stoked.

Eyes gonna roll back,

I’m set to strike.

Clock’s runnin’ out,

And I’m done bein’ nice.

Ain’t your fast train,

I’ll be the blade on the wheel.

I don’t need no handshake,

Don’t need no crooked deal.

C-c-c-crawlin’,

Yeah, you’re scratchin’ at my skin.

Your dirty little secrets,

They don’t let no light get in.

You stole my bourbon,

You smoked out my soul,

And you’re crowdin’ in closer,

Like I got nowhere to go.

You’re stickin’ like thorns on a rusted fence,

Gossip in your mouth, but it don’t make sense.

Tabloid preacher, peddlin’ trash divine,

But I’m laughin’ in your face while I’m buyin’ time.

She said, “Baby, let me work it, I don’t need no ring,”

Got me jackin’ in the backseat like a one-man king.

Palm to the pistol, yeah, she’s squeezin’ that gun,

Turnin’ foreplay into gunplay just to watch me come undone.

Dropped to her knees like she’s startin’ a prayer,

But the holy ghost left when she pulled in air.

Choir in my chest, yeah, I’m losin’ my voice,

Mouth like a sermon, but the devil’s her choice.

C-c-c-crawlin’,

Like vultures on the kill.

Your broken crown is rustin’,

And I ain’t payin’ your bill.

You burned my bourbon,

You bled out my smoke,

Now I’m standin’ here ready,

And I’m the fire you provoked.

I ain’t your savior, I ain’t your fool,

Don’t play me down, I don’t bend to your rules.

I’ll carve out the silence, I’ll cut through the noise,

This outlaw’s still standin’—ain’t takin’ your toys.

C-c-c-crawlin’,

Yeah, you never let me be.

But the harder that you press me,

The more I break free.

You stole my bourbon,

You smoked out my soul,

Now I’m rippin’ wide open,

With nowhere left to go.