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