A History of Violence - Beyond the Pines lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm beyond the pines; I don't know where to draw the f**ing line To provide for a child, a better life I have to find I'm on the grind: I make enough for myself But if I'm gonna feed his mouth, I need a lotta mo' wealth Working for a man who wants me to rob a bank Cause I got the sk**s and I rock a motorbike better than any can With a getaway van, now I'm packing heat No second chance for me; I gotta make this P and get outta here free sh** hits the fan; b**h got a gun in her face Money out the trays; I'm outta the door and away I'mma race Hell of a pace; no-one seems to take chase I got away; meals for all on the f**ing table today What a hell of a way to make the money I needed You couldn't beat this feeling, like I could never once be defeated And that's all I needed; yeah, I'm instantly hooked The United States economy 'bout to get f**ing shook b**h, I'm a f**ing crook and your money gonna get took Money I don't even need; now I'm consumed by the greed Must be three times I've done this now. I'm getting away somehow I'm 'bout to raise some Hell 'fore they take me to jail But mother-f** a cell: I'd rather go out shooting Most likely get shot in the back while I'm pulling a looting This game is f**ing nuts but now I've had the taste, there's no giving up Maybe I was made to hold mother-f**ers up; getaway truck, run and duck My baby-mama's got herself a new man We were a one-night stand: family isn't what she had planned But now we have a baby. She thinks I won't support him then she crazy f** this other mother-f**er: this my son and my lady So now I'm over at her house: I let myself in Bought the tools with me so I could make my child a f**ing crib Her new man tells me to leave, I see his fists clench I ain't taking his sh**: I hit the f**er 'round the face with a pipe wrench [Skit] [Verse 2] My partner's f**ing split; the man who got me into this sh** Without a driver, I gotta raise my game higher A fire burns in me; living this life now won't be easy I've had a taste of that criminal life on the edge of a knife But maybe I slipped and fell along the trail My mind is frail; maybe I'm already off the rails When my partner bailed, he paid me out of jail But now I hate the mother-f**er cause he made me fail Now he's had enough; he wants me to give this robbery sh** up He ain't f**ing around: he took my bike and he melted it down Now this f**ing clown got my gun to his temple The bail money I owed him getting taken back tenfold Cause now I gotta buy myself a new f**ing ride 'Fore I take this next bank with nobody by my side Yeah, this sh** is risky but f** it, I'm on it anyway Thousands of dollars; empty the money out the f**in' tray Once again, I'm on my way But f**, of all the places, today had to be the day Police hunt their prey; they're right on my a** Hit the gas, pump it fast and I blast but I can't last My tire's slashed. Into a cemetery I dash To evade my pursuers, yeah today won't be my last Back on the street; this f**er's on me like a dog in heat The bike's f**ed so I take to my feet Run down a back path, tryn'a catch my breath There's nothing left; I can feel the hands of d**h around my neck I duck into a house; this my last chance, no doubt Make my way upstairs and get the family out of there Call my girl up, tell her my time in this world's up And so's my luck: an officer batters down the door He pulls a gun, there's no time to hit the floor I feel something hit my chest before a sudden fall [Skit] (When I die, f** it, I wanna go to Hell) (Cause I'm a piece of sh**: it ain't hard to f**ing tell)