Wanted by the minister
wanted by the thieves
Wanted by the old folks
wanted by the teens
wanted by the dealers
wanted by the fiends
and you're wanted by that gal in the cut cut jeans
wanted by the lawyers
wanted by the ballers
wanted by the governor who watches people suffer
wanted by the princes
wanted by the kings
and you're wanted by the driver of the limousines
Chorus:
Your love, your love is seven feet deep
it's a hundred seven degrees
I'm walkin cause my life ain't free
cause it's a hundred seven degrees
your pain is killing me
cause it's a hundred seven degrees
I'm walkin, cause my life ain't free
Wanted by the judge
wanted by the laws
Wanted by the gun
Wanted by the cars
Wanted by the mission
Wanted for the cause
Wanted by the people who have to pay he cost
Wanted by the lawyers
wanted by his daughters
wanted by that victim that's waiting for your offer
wanted by the prince
wanted by the kings
and you're wanted by the driver of that limousine
(Chorus)