Yung Gun, Pt. 3 Video (MV)

I'm a yung gun waking up with the sun
I'm a yung gun I'm always on the run
Got my shotgun 5 bottles of rum
Finger on the trigger cock the hammer back with my thumb
Ive been walking for miles
On horse with no name
The only time that I smile
Is when I feel the rain
The sheriffs looking for me
Laying by the fire just snoring
When I'm waking up it's storming
When it rains it pours and it's pouring
The stars lead the way
I need some pay
Might rob the train
Might rob the bank
Might shoot you down
In broad day
Body found
Floating in the lake

Feel like goon the kid
Cigar on my lips
Caress the iron
With my fingertips
Rattle snakes down by my feet
Cut their heads off
If they try to mess with me

Yung Goon chillin in the saloon
Bottle of whiskey half an ounce of mushrooms
Have you ever felt
Like nobody can touch you
Dull knife
But it's sharp enough to cut you
Tripping in the desert all by myself
Got nothing to my name but the iron on my belt
Shoot the f*cker down when a bad hand is delt
When you see me coming boy you better run and tell
Cowboy Goon is coming
Then They all start running
Yeah I want the smoke
But nobody else wants it
Meet in the road
I've got places to go
When the clock strikes twelve
We can let em unload
Ride into the distance
You disappear
Never see you again
You are nowhere near
Youre hiding in the mountains
Youre hiding out
All the wounds You can't count them
You're bleeding out