Two young lovers had a crackdown, looking for a place to sleep.

They've been driving all night long, got a bag full of money in the backseat.

Checking in at a cheap motel somewhere around Sacramento.

Doesn't take long for the head to wash the borderline of Mexico.

Like refugees, they run around.

Grab the bank up in Eugene, Oregon.

They can feel the breeze and the sun

In a stall like unworthy for mustang

No one thought they would make it through the police trap near Pasadena.

But somehow the police got fooled by the lovers from Colombia

Radio host, Jamal the Best, from a live show down in San Diego.

By the bylock, I found God.

I bought the bottle out of Mexico.

One refugee's there on the run.

Grab the bank, I'll be in Eugene, Oregon.

They can feel the breeze and the sun.

In a stall, I can run up to Mustang

Like refugees, they're on the run.

While the band cap in Eugene, Oregon

They can feel the breeze and the sound.

In a stall looking worthy of a Mustang

White refugees, they run, run.

Rub the bank up in Eugene, are we gone?

They can feel the breeze and the sun

In a stolen convertible Mustang