| Empty bottle on the car floor, city in the rearview, foot on the gas |
| It’s the life that I chose now, cruising while the witnesses, look while I pass |
| Cause that’s the life of an Outlaw, setting fires, labeled as an outcast |
| But this is the life I chose, ya I gotta be me, shackles off ya I gotta be free |
| Yeah, I’m in my truck like 120 on the dash |
| 100 proof on my breath and like 3 bands in cash |
| I’m a problem to the industry, never learned to dance |
| And I never learned the lingo, what the fuck is an advance |
| I done built this shit myself so nothings ever left to chance |
| I’m a product of my work ethic in every circumstance |
| You ain’t taking nothing from me, I ain’t giving you a pass |
| They done built me fucking differently, these suckers never last |
| Find me swerving, I’m ducking, I’m leaving 'em in the past |
| I’m just going city to city and picking up my bags |
| I will die for this, ride for this, I’m in my fucking prime for this |
| I wrote the script and made it hit so you know what fucking time it is |
| Empty bottle on the car floor, city in the rearview, foot on the gas |
| It’s the life that I chose now, cruising while the witnesses, look while I pass |
| Cause that’s the life of an Outlaw, setting fires, labeled as an outcast |
| But this is the life I chose, ya I gotta be me, shackles off ya I gotta be free |
| Yeah, I got my middle finger high |
| I done built it for the ground up, I’m addicted to the grind |
| Take a page up out my playbook and you’ll see in the design |
| It ain’t built for fucking lazy it’s a winning state of mind |
| Independent, we taking no shit and making a living |
| If you fucking with my business then I swear I’ll make a killing |
| I ain’t trying to be a problem but I’m blowing through the ceiling |
| I’m an outlaw, I ain’t doing shit if I don’t feel it |
| Took a minute to be in it to get it but now we here |
| Now I flip it and flip it and make it bigger every year |
| Got the pedal to the medal till I’m running out of gears |
| I ain’t slowing down for nothing till I’m running out of years |
| Empty bottle on the car floor, city in the rearview, foot on the gas |
| It’s the life that I chose now, cruising while the witnesses, look while I pass |
| Cause that’s the life of an Outlaw, setting fires, labeled as an outcast |
| But this is the life I chose, ya I gotta be me, shackles off ya I gotta be free |