We get a new ski mask
And put the gas in the car
It's four A.M and we're driving down the highway
With a bag full of money, dirty laundry
Don't think I'm running this time
But I've been losing my mind
The cryptic thoughts of a criminal
All from a girl that's not mine
Oh, and there's a black and white man
Hooded jacket and a chariot
Average height, not NBA
You sure he is, I'm positive, I know, I know
Oh, and then they try to ask the girl I'm in love with
What's my whereabouts
And "Have you had a call of any contact?"
"Can we find him right now, right now?"
She said, "I don't know"
I told her, "Tell the cops to come"
Stop knocking at her door now, right now
Then she said, "Officer"
"Can you leave your number?"
"'Cause I'm actually really busy right now"
Picks up the phone and says
"He's not my neighbor no more"
Yeah
I know you would get me in trouble
Love to see you burstin' my bubble
Cover for you, closin' my eyes
Cover my body, need your disguise
Don't think we losing this time
But I might be losin' my mind
'Cause every guy that's a criminal (criminal)
Needs someone on the inside, oh
And there's another weird description
There's a third guy in a runner suit
Could've swear I've seen him here before
But I'm not positive I know, I don't know, oh
And then they try to ask the girl I'm in love with
If she loves me back
And "Have you had a call"
"And would you speak about a guilty man now, right now?"
She said, "I don't know"
I told her, "Tell the cops to come"
Stop knocking at her door now, right now
Then she said, "Officer"
"Can you leave your number?"
"'Cause I'm actually really busy right now"
Picks up the phone and says
"He's not my neighbor no more"
Writer(s): John Hone Tirene Tiororoi Luke, Nikora Muru Anderson Walters, Rory Matao Noble, Ryan Hobbs
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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