The Feds
(Had a dollar in my pocket and I lost it)
(Had a dollar in my pocket and I lost it)
(Had a dollar in my pocket and I lost it)
(Had a dollar in my pocket and I lost it)
Got a dollar in my pocket now I've lost it
What to do?
Let that brew
Like a stew
Always win, never lose
Go for walk inside my head
Thinkin' bout that shit you said
Runnin' from myself like I'm runnin' from the Feds
(Runnin' from myself like I'm runnin' from the Feds)
(Runnin' runnin' runnin' like I'm runnin' from the Feds)
Doin' riffs like The Beatles
16, you could call me fetal
Bars so hard that they'll hurt you like a needle
Are you sure she said four?
Yeah I'm pretty sure
I hit up your bird's house, now she asks for more
(Runnin' runnin' runnin' like I'm runnin from the Feds)
Paint on my jeans, feelin' like Bob Ross
Thought I had a couple dollars but I think they're gone
Thought I'd try some
Maybe die some
Ain't got shit to rhyme son
She said I'm a clown bum
Where you at?
I called you yesterday
I said I'll give you cash if you drive me away
People never change
Guess I'm still the same
Sittin' in my car like I'm Slick Rick
Chuck me in the deep end better learn quick
I wanna be sweet like that bass kick
They say get a job, I say that's bullshit
Chuck you in a freakshow like a misfit
I don't think there's any way to stop it
(Yeah)
(Runnin' like I'm fast)
(Fuck)
(Runnin' runnin' runnin' like I'm runnin' from the Feds)
Suck ya Mum!
(Had a dollar in my pocket and I lost it)
(Had a dollar in my pocket and I lost it)
(Had a dollar in my pocket and I lost it)
Got a dollar in my pocket now I've lost it
What to do?
Let that brew
Like a stew
Always win, never lose
Go for walk inside my head
Thinkin' bout that shit you said
Runnin' from myself like I'm runnin' from the Feds
(Runnin' from myself like I'm runnin' from the Feds)
(Runnin' runnin' runnin' like I'm runnin' from the Feds)
Doin' riffs like The Beatles
16, you could call me fetal
Bars so hard that they'll hurt you like a needle
Are you sure she said four?
Yeah I'm pretty sure
I hit up your bird's house, now she asks for more
(Runnin' runnin' runnin' like I'm runnin from the Feds)
Paint on my jeans, feelin' like Bob Ross
Thought I had a couple dollars but I think they're gone
Thought I'd try some
Maybe die some
Ain't got shit to rhyme son
She said I'm a clown bum
Where you at?
I called you yesterday
I said I'll give you cash if you drive me away
People never change
Guess I'm still the same
Sittin' in my car like I'm Slick Rick
Chuck me in the deep end better learn quick
I wanna be sweet like that bass kick
They say get a job, I say that's bullshit
Chuck you in a freakshow like a misfit
I don't think there's any way to stop it
(Yeah)
(Runnin' like I'm fast)
(Fuck)
(Runnin' runnin' runnin' like I'm runnin' from the Feds)
Suck ya Mum!
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Writer(s): Oliver Brenton
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