Bonnie and Clyde - Grieves

I was thinkin' 'bout gettin' lost

Taking this thing outside the city

You and I, against the odds

My Bonnie, your Clyde

Oh God, I’ll ride anywhere that you want it to go

Girl, I’ll put it in the GPS

Gun on my side

Anybody that gave you a problem

I’ll put a bullet-hole in they chest

Get it, get in, baby you’s a kitten

Wanna get you home put your booty on the kitchen table

If you willing', able, I can swing through

Put some ponies in the stable, we ride

Anyway that you want it to go

Girl I’ll put it on that GPS

Sun on the rise, anybody that gave you a problem

I’ll put a kitchen knife in they neck, baby

You the type of girl that makes me wanna go

«Slow down, wait a minute»

You and I should steal a car and hit the road, load out

We’re like Bonnie and Clyde

A bag full of money in the trunk, girl, partners in crime

Whenever you want girl, i’m ready to die (for ya)

In and out of lanes, on the run, heading south on the five

Just like Bonnie and Clyde

I was thinkin' 'bout gettin' rich

And takin' this thing down to California

You and I, in the whip

My Mallory, you’re Mickey

The love of my life

Anything that you wanted to get girl

You ain’t even gots to ask

Run in the night, anybody that wanted to stop us

I put some buck shot in they ass, test me now

You the type of girl that makes me wanna go

«Slow down, wait a minute»

You and I should steal a car and hit the road, load out

We’re like Bonnie and Clyde

A bag full of money in the trunk, girl, partners in crime

Whenever you want girl, i’m ready to die (for ya)

In and out of lanes, on the run, heading south on the five

Just like Bonnie and Clyde

Now wait a minute, you know I love the shit out of you baby

Come on

I was thinking 'bout weddin' rings

And shootin' all the way, straight across the border

You and I, ain’t a better thing

They tell us we’re crazy, but they don’t know what it’s like

Anytime that you wanted it, baby, I put it on you just like that

Loving you right, anybody that look at you funny

I’d hit em with a baseball bat, and that’s the truth

You the type of girl that makes me wanna go

«Slow down, wait a minute»

You and I should steal a car and hit the road, load out

We’re like Bonnie and Clyde

A bag full of money in the trunk, girl, partners in crime

Whenever you want girl, i’m ready to die (for ya)

In and out of lanes, on the run, heading south on the five

Just like Bonnie and Clyde