He laced his shoes so tight cause they were two sizes too bignHe was afraid of leaving footprints at the scene of the crimenHe pulled the ski-mask over his eyesnYou could see fear, yeahnYou could see rage, yeahnYou could see pain down insidenHe's gonna make things rightnHe's made up his mindnnSo put the money in the bag and close your eyesnAnd count to 25nNow we can make a getawaynWe'll drive all nightnIt doesn't matter, anywherennThere's no turning back now, he's crossed the linenSometimes it's so easy to skew off from rightnWe'll promise our mothers we'll never do timennSo put the money in the bag and close your eyesnCount to 25nAnd we can make a getawaynWe will survivenIt doesn't matter, anywherenOoh, but here