No Ties

Well I called you back the day after the weekend
And you said you had a really nice time but you missed your boyfriend
Well I can't put the picture back on the wall
The notion possessed me but my will is so small
I gotta pick up the fever where I left off, you see
I got a fire in my throat and you choking me
Gonna leave you in the ashes

So I walked to the quick trip to grab a 32 ounce beverage
And I'm filling it up as I'm looking for a little leverage
You got three aces and a jack to boot
And I hold a spread of a different suit
You toss in your hand
Leave the table-no ante
Another spring-loaded psy-op
Butterbeans and biscuits
Children roll on, roll on

Well I got a new wallet but nothing to go inside
And I'm running from the Uber just to see if I can try to hide
Well the driver was old but she was not slow
She taught me pay and let me go, you know
One-track minded
Gotta get the dough
Keep thinking about the road
Not sweating

If I had two two-dollar bills I might rub together
I'll tell you to shove all your politic and weather
'Cause whether I'm running behind or in the lead
I got shards in my ankles, got glass in my knees
Another sob story
Who's got the time?
The proof is in the pudding
I got to go y'all--arrivederci!
Too busy running
Too busy running
Too busy running
Running
Running
Running



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Foster
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