On a run from the law,

I've got my peeps there with me shouting pull up your socks,
Cos we just broke the law and now were running from cops,
I got my lip bust fighting,
now there's blood on my top,
And I'm still out looking for,
a party,
somewhere to stop,
I've got my peeps then tellin me they know where its at,
So I pull out twenty notes and jump straight into a cab,
I'm on my way to where i'm going thinkin I need my Jaq,
But that probably aint the brightest idea I've ever had,
cos..

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