Sasquatch Brothers - Born on the run (feat. Ink.D & JCoogs) Lyrics

Born on the run
Born with a silver gun
Son of a lover man
Sum of the mother
Some other land
When the sun shines down you see
There a'int no dark clouds following me
There a'int no pain
There a'int no mind games
When the sun shines down you see
There a'int no black clouds following me
There a'int no rain
There a'int no time frame
Back in the saddle
Back on the road
Back on the horse
Back on the dusty trail
On the whiskey train
Making my way
This a'int the time or place
To get up in my face
I'll put you in your final resting place
You a waste case
A'int gone time for the drama
And your momma
All the shit you hit me with
Leaves me with a bad taste
And I a'int got time
For all the anger and the lies
Let alone your momma
All I want to do
Is ride into the blue
With you
Say all of your prayers have been answered
Born with a silver tongue
Born son of a gun
Born on the run
Born like a weapon pointed at the sun
When the sun shines down you see
There a'int no dark clouds following me
There a'int no pain
There a'int no mind games
Fly fly fly
Down the dusty trail
By the riverside
Back in the saddle
Back on the road
Back on the horse
Back on the dusty trail
Making my way
Back on the road
Right down the middle
Everybody knows
Son of a sinner
Back on the road
Right down the middle
Everybody knows
I'm the son of a sinner