Son of a Gun - OverTime, Austin Martin, WHO TF IS JUSTIN TIME?

Four wheels on the pavement

Ain’t nowhere to run

Got a pocket full of money and a loaded gun

If I can make it to the hills, we can load it up

Take em all to Montana where we saddle up

Lookin silly like Billy makin a killin

He’s really into that backwoods and moonshine

His uncle Jimmy was jacked up and done time

But left it all to him, all the way to the last dime

His Daddy told me his son was lost and on the run

Told him I would go and get em for the winter come

Loaded up in the pickup with my shotgun

Cause Billy really ain’t the kind you wanna run up on

I seen him swervin like he’s gone up off the bourbon

With a pistol out the window and his back wheels burnin

Now that’s the verdict, prefer to get him the furthest from the furnace that is

burnin makin all his pain turnin

I’m always sleepin with one eye shut

Outlaws on the run gotta sleep in the truck

Now I got no friends and I need no luck

I’m a roughneck man, and a son of a gun

When I hit the road runnin

You’ll never see me comin

Hell yes son, I done done it

Ooooh I’m a son of a gun

Rockin and I’m rollin

Ain’t no tellin where I’m goin

Smooth with the words like an old river flowin

Lifes a big gamble I ain’t never ever fold it

Keep a pistol on my waist and you know it’s fully loaded

Aye

Drinkin and I’m drivin swervin all on the road

While I’m smokin and I’m rappin cause it’s all that I know

I got a helluva story and it need to be told

So every night on the mic I just give em my soul

And now we rollin rebels only down I65

Now the sun a shinin bright it’s not a cloud in the sky

I got a full tank of gas and I’m ready to ride

With not a care in the world or a thought in my mind

I got my beard in the breeze and the wind on my knees

While I’m riding through the mountains and the creeks in the trees

Snake skins on my feet and a patch on my sleeve

Cause I’m proud to be alive in the land of the free

And I run it

Everything you’re doin, I’ve done done it

If you mess with one, we all comin

Stay locked and loaded and I’m gunnin

Now y’all runnin

Cause I’m comin

I’m always sleepin with one eye shut

Outlaws on the run gotta sleep in the truck

Now I got no friends and I need no luck

I’m a roughneck man, and a son of a gun

When I hit the road runnin

You’ll never see me comin

Hell yes son, I done done it

Ooooh I’m a son of a gun

I’m always sleepin with one eye shut

Outlaws on the run gotta sleep in the truck

Now I got no friends and I need no luck

I’m a roughneck man, and a son of a gun

When I hit the road runnin

You’ll never see me comin

Hell yes son, I done done it

Ooooh I’m a son of a gun