EMILIA,

Gunfire left a hole in the tank
Losing gasoline
Fire is on my trail and he's after me
Hope it dont get here before I get where Im going
I gotta get where Im going
Take off my mask to breathe

You couldve been a apart of a masterpiece
Fluid in the breaks
Was the last to leave
thats the thing

Where I'm going I dont need my breaks
Cant wait to see your face
When your front windows break and I come crashing through