What if I was Jesse James? Or had one of them outlaw names? Could you handle my Wild West games? Living on the run? What if we were Bonnie and Clyde With Tommy guns, runnin' from the blue lights And loving, living on the wild side Just for fun? Would you drive my getaway car? Chasin' dreams like a couple young hearts Hidin' out underneath the stars Would you drive my getaway car? Would you drive my getaway car? This town's just a little black dot A quiet place that time forgot One light and a four-way stop On a two-lane road What if we hit the gas? Run away and never look back Hey, what you think about a fall like that? Baby, I wanna know Would you drive my getaway car? Chasin' dreams like a couple young hearts Hidin' out underneath the stars Would you drive my getaway car? Would you drive my getaway car? Would you drive my, would you drive my Would you drive my getaway car? Chasing dreams like a couple young hearts Hiding out underneath the stars Would you drive my getaway car? Would you drive my getaway car? Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa

No, nothin' good starts in a getaway car It was the best of times, the worst of crimes I struck a match and blew your mind But I didn't mean it, and you didn't see it The ties were black, the lies were white In shades of gray in candlelight I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason "X" marks the spot where we fell apart He poisoned the well, I was lyin' to myself I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed We never had a shotgun shot in the dark (oh!) You were drivin' the getaway car We were flyin', but we'd never get far Don't pretend it's such a mystery Think about the place where you first met me Ridin' in a getaway car There were sirens in the beat of your heart Should've known I'd be the first to leave Think about the place where you first met me In a getaway car, oh-oh-oh No, they never get far, oh-oh-ah No, nothin' good starts in a getaway car It was the great escape, the prison break The light of freedom on my face But you weren't thinkin' and I was just drinkin' While he was runnin' after us, I was screamin', "Go, go, go!" But with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow And a circus ain't a love story, and now we're both sorry (we're both sorry) "X" marks the spot where we fell apart He poisoned the well, every man for himself I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed It hit you like a shotgun shot to the heart (oh!) You were drivin' the getaway car We were flyin', but we'd never get far Don't pretend it's such a mystery Think about the place where you first met me Ridin' in a getaway car There were sirens in the beat of your heart Should've known I'd be the first to leave Think about the place where you first met me In a getaway car, oh-oh-oh No, they never get far, oh-oh-ah No, nothin' good starts in a getaway car We were jet-set, Bonnie and Clyde (oh-oh) Until I switched to the other side, to the other side It's no surprise I turned you in (oh-oh) 'Cause us traitors never win I'm in a getaway car I left you in a motel bar Put the money in a bag and I stole the keys That was the last time you ever saw me (oh!) Drivin' the getaway car We were flyin', but we'd never get far (don't pretend) Don't pretend it's such a mystery Think about the place where you first met me Ridin' in a getaway car There were sirens in the beat of your heart (should've known) Should've known I'd be the first to leave Think about the place where you first met me In a getaway car, oh-oh-oh No, they never get far, oh-oh-ah No, nothin' good starts in a getaway car I was ridin' in a getaway car I was cryin' in a getaway car I was dyin' in a getaway car Said goodbye in a getaway car Ridin' in a getaway car I was cryin' in a getaway car I was dyin' in a getaway car Said goodbye in a getaway car

You got it girl but you dont know it You got it girl yeah you got it real good So tell me why you dance alone Just give it up, just give it up Oh if we saw something better hold up me by now 'Cause we all that we standin' and this glove is picking up You got it girl but you dont know it But you dont know it There's something about you baby I feel as you can must know you must know There's something about you baby I'm looking for that mojo, the mojo But you don't know it But you don't know it Everybody knows it But you don't know it You got the mojo Come meet me with your medicine Under your spit, under your spit I feel your magic is sinking in Save on hill, even on hill Oh if we saw something better hold up me by now 'Casue we are the one who standing up all the city lots of dawn, dawn, dawn Come meet me with your medicine Your medicine There's something about you baby I feel as you can must know you must know There's something about you baby Im looking for that mojo, the mojo But you don't know it But you don't know it Everybody knows it But you don't know it You got the mojo (mojo) (Hi, she got that mojo oh you know you know) (We got that mojo, yeah) (She got that mojo) There's something about you baby (something, something) But you don't know it (something, something) There's something about you baby (something, something) But you don't know it (something, something) There's something about you baby (something, something) But you don't know it (something, something) There's something about you baby (something, something) But you don't know it (something, something) You got the mojo

(AWA the mafia my nigga) Non, non, non Zola uno, une pétasse sur mes côtes Le mojo dans ses bosses Deux nouvelles pétasses Un nouveau flingue et sa culasse Y'a du crack comme à Dallas Tous les crackers sur la dalle Ouh, jeune mama, donne-moi ton dos (le mojo, le mojo, le mojo) J'cuisine mon ke-cra derrière ces toiles de rideaux (le mojo, le mojo, le mojo) Elle galette tout dans le lavabo (le mojo, le mojo, le mojo) Ramène son éventail de coca' de Mexico (le mojo, le mojo, le mojo) J'suis avenue Montaigne, quatre jantes chromées Sièges en cuir à l'ancienne (à l'ancienne, à l'ancienne) À mon bord un modèle, seins refaits, siliconés, chevelure brun-châtain AMG sur le sac à vomi, j'ai pris la voie de bus sur l'avenue Rivoli À l'ancienne, rigolo rigolait Mais beaucoup moins depuis que j'suis dans le cabriolet (le cabriolet) J'veux dix milles pussy, j'suis le docteur octo-pussy Fuckboy, t'es pressé, j'tire son Supreme loin des passants Ma maman m'a dit "prends ce job" Car on m'offre pas celui qu'on te donne, donc J'ai pris la place de CJ J'ai planqué ce flingue dans mon froc California, j'ai de la kush, crapule vend ça sous capuche J'ai mis deux doigts dans sa bouche Avec du shit sous mon pouce Ouh, jeune mama, donne-moi ton dos (le mojo, le mojo, le mojo) J'cuisine mon ke-cra derrière ces toiles de rideaux (le mojo, le mojo, le mojo) Elle galette tout dans le lavabo (le mojo, le mojo, le mojo) Ramène son éventail de coca' de Mexico (le mojo, le mojo, le mojo) Elle me dit encore baby, donc j'y vais fort comme taliban J'me barre à Malibu, gelato et des pêches melbas On manque pas d'audace, sur le bruit des douilles Mes pirates sortent leurs dents C'est quand c'était la dèche Je m'en sortais grâce au H Si tu cherches le re-fou, tu demandes aux tits-pe On est dans l'escalier, on roule un tit-pe Du bicar', j'en mets un petit peu Et tous mes shlags vont faire le premier pas J'suis dans ta cité comme Tao J'ai un TEC-9 et la même frappe que Falcao (que Falcao) Ouh, jeune mama, donne-moi ton dos (le mojo, le mojo, le mojo) J'cuisine mon ke-cra derrière ces toiles de rideaux (le mojo, le mojo, le mojo) Elle galette tout dans le lavabo (le mojo, le mojo, le mojo) Ramène son éventail de coca' de Mexico (le mojo, le mojo, le mojo)

Ces voix me dit de les bruler Je n'en ai plus aucun doute Dans la musique j'ai tout fait Mec j'en ai plus rien à foutre 91 meilleur cuvée Mec rien a foutre si tu bouges Sors moi la pince jvais l'étouffer Rien a foutre mec si tu t'couche Sors de la poisse on doit prouver J'lui met direct dans la bouche J'ai vu ton visage de tetré J'ai du te remettre un shoot Jnooné posté dans tranché Journée posté dans ta fouf J'ai mes tireurs qui sont planqués Prêt à tirer si tu louche Téma le boss Boy j'ai le modjo, avouez Qui m'aime me follow, saluez, saluez Boy j'ai le mojo le mojo le mojo J'suis arrivé dans le banks Rien a foutre de faire la paix Un point pour toi si t'es belle On veut savoir si tu baises Passe moi la passe moi la teille Mon joon me dit qu'jai la fève Pas trop d'humeur à la fete J'suis dans l'impasse au réveil Boy j'suis toujours dans le banks dans le banks Grave mon emprise sur le game Ils vont te fuck dans tieks Si tu veux pèse dans le tieks J'passe à la porte dorée Chekez vincent boloré Mili mili je l'aurai Prince de ma ville je saurais Boy j'ai le modjo, avouez Qui m'aime me follow, saluez, saluez Boy j'ai le mojo le mojo le mojo Téma le boss