Running Man

I piss away precious seconds opening the door, but then Iím in, sitting. The engineís still running. As I throw it into drive and slam the pedal to the floor, Drakeís arm flies through the window, glass shattering across me and the seats. I got a head start, and the car peels away before he can grab me. I drive. The sirens recede bit by bit. Guess they have bigger problems to deal with. Goddamn.

      Lay low from the authorities

I couldn't take it anymore. I called it off.