I’ve Committed Murder

By Macy Gray

On On How Life Is

Released on July 27, 1999

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My baby works down at the boulevard café

Just a fine young man with big dreams

Trying to make his own way

The owner is this mean ole bitch who degrades him everyday

Then she fires him for no reason

Don't wanna give him his last pay

I said "I've committed murder and I think I've got away"

I'm hiding at my mother's house come get me right away, right away

I have no intention of paying for my crimes, don't fear

We're gonna get the next plane outta here and fly away, fly away

When he's down it breaks my heart to see him

So I figured I'd talk to her woman to woman

I walk in and she's countin' her cash

Got so much cash her office looks like a green pasture

I said "give him the little bit of money you owe him"

She said "get back bitch I ain't givin' you shit"

I said "you ole bag, maybe you ain't heard but them are fightin' words"

I've committed murder and I think I got away

I'm hiding at my mothers house come get me right away, right away

I have no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear

We're gonna get the next plane outta here and fly away, fly away

I've committed murder and I think I got away

I'm hiding at my mothers house come get me right away, right away

I have no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear

We're gonna get the next plane outta here and fly away, fly away

And I don't feel bad about it

See baby, there was this struggle

And I don't feel bad about it

And as a result of this struggle

And I don't feel bad about it

But the good thing is, is that

And I don't feel bad about it

We don't have to struggle no more

With a suitcase full of money

We flew to a Jamaican paradise

One thing I've learned through all of this is

Having money sure is nice

Me and my baby got married

He's working hard to make his dreams come true

As far as regrets I don't have any

Would you?

I've committed murder and I think I got away

I'm hiding at my mother's house come get me right away, right away

I have no intention of paying for my crimes don't fear

We're gonna get the next plane outta here and fly away, fly away

I've committed murder and I think I got away

Murder she wrote

Murder she wrote

Murder she wrote

Murder she wrote

Murder she wrote

Murder she wrote

I've committed murder and I think I got away

I'm hiding at my mother's house come get me right away, right away

I have no intention of paying for my crimes don't fear

We're gonna get the next plane outta here and fly away, fly away