No Relief

I can't get no relief
The strangers outside think I'm creepy
But even when I'm writing, even when I'm writing
Down goes the naked gun
And everybody runs

Everybody runs
They run right to you

I keep things brief
Cause I'm all caught up on grief
But even when I'm writing, even when I'm writing
Down goes the naked gun
And everybody runs

Everybody runs
They run right to you



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Writer(s): Will Brown Iii
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