(Catch me if you can)

(Catch me if you can)

(Catch me if you can)(Catch me if you...)

Catch me if you can

Find me if you can

Startle me, battle me, rattle me, swallow me follow if you can

You′re so hollow, you wallow, you know you never can

Overrated automated Western cars

From afar makes me sick

Imma should of could of bomb a blue-red prick

Imma get a blade and smother all the blood from my wrist

You may think my mind has got some sort of weird-ass twist

Remind you that you've done it too

Twice was too many booms

And Imma about to ride you right over this blue-ass mood

Driving through the Bayshore route running over you

Two JZ GTE echoes through the roof

Blasting new music this city has got to prove

And I′m the proof

The neon lights are hallowed as the truth

The ads flash between both the sun and moon

The darker the night the blacker the rain

But faster the car, the louder the car, the more it heals the pain

Catch me if you can

Catch me if you can

Catch me if you can

If you think you got it all

Then catch me if you can

Catch me if you can

Here chase my neon lights

Because it's been flashing all night long

As I'm cruising down the blues of the Bayshore route

A white Cadillac runs through the melancholic view

Better know he′s cruising for the bruising in a few

Seconds the city has got no roof

For those who choose to screw the hue of the view

I refuse such a new concept

Oppenheimer ain′t the power

It was uncle sam who held the hour of the doom

And the boom of a nation we amuse

While we can't accept the future is still dark

The past has many question marks

So we hide it underneath the shade of golden arcs

The neon lights hide the shady life

Of Shinjuku nights and make the city shine

And make the city sleepless

Love and relationships are needless

Stepping on the brakes is a show of weakness

I hit the Cadillac and it starts rolling over

I slow down knowing it′s finally game over

I wish them well in heaven

I hope he goes to hell

I wish these cars moved backwards

Because future seems unwell

I wish those lights were brighter

Like back in eighty-nine

I wish this nation bothered with making more new lives

I don't want to be alone

I don′t want to work no more

No I don't want to be at home

No I don′t want to hear kids die no more

No I don't want to hear these old dudes

Making our laws again and I hate to say

But things can't stay the same

But who′s gonna make the change?

Where are all the youth?

We are all out of use

Old age, road rage

We are running out of juice

Got to finish the race

Got to raise the pace

Got to take their place

Running hundred-eight miles

But still we running late so we run in style

We forget about the hate so we run and ring and dial

Suicide hotline put on hold for a while

The tile on the road is smoking wild

Makes me smile like a child

Run away from juvenile

Hit and run those pedophiles

I don′t give a damn about no pending vigilante trials

Exile all the men who are senile

They'll defile the child and make them hostile

Now the country starts to slowly smell and rot

Tie a noose, extra knots

The road is narrow like an arrow like an old man′s thought

But I can't stop now

I hit rainbow bridge and my car falls from the edge