Wheelman

This run is my swan song 
after tonight this smugglings gonna  stop 
every headlight in my rearview mirror 
looks like it's a cop 
all these kilos in back
they're weighing heavy on my mind
I can't get busted 
Lord knows I'm too old 
to do anymore time.
I sleep with one eye open
I keep the other on my gun
I'm the only friend I've got
and I'm not sure 
he's one I can trust
you think it's easy cash 
But it cost far more than it's worth
profit from broken lives
The money blood stained and cursed.
I run on stolen luck and unanswered prayers
no guarantees in this business my only insurance is some criminal’s word 
I’ve used so many aliases 
my real name I’ve forgot
lost a wife and family
and too many friends to count
Don’t judge this life of mine
don’t blame me
I'm just the wheelman
Supplying  you, you and you
with what you need.