You better stash the weed mam, I aint going to prison again Then I got 50 dollars ... on my way back cd I got half a pound of merchandise what can I say Is all I seen Well that dont matter, theyll never catch me, I got demons driving me Yeah, be driven, my things They tell me where to go Yeah, be driven, my things, demons please drive me home Now the cops are shooting at me, check my rear window just got broke I bullets, aint no fucking joke I got my foot hard on the pedal and Are driving, or Ill be looking at 10 long years Be driven by demons, demons please drive me home But now damn there goes a rear tire, When shooting out, Oh I cant help but walk through, demons plan on doing that Seven chevy coupe, I wonder the police So be driven by demons, they tell me where to go Be driven by demons, demons please drive me home Well that dont look like the way home demons That looks like the police department In handcuffs, god damn be driven by demons, they tell me where to go Be driven by demons, demons please drive me home.