RUN IT
Run it run it run it, OK
I'm running through the city
Where's my mind at?
Guess that she's leaving
Had to cut it away like Houdini
I got a bunny under my beanie
Everybody got secrets believe me
They're lying to you for no reason
Picking up my bottle of whiskey, my T-shirt
My problems, my g's, my opinion, my riddle
My freedom, and throw up on 'em all this bullshit
They lean on injected by needle for no reason
Studying moves like aikido
Deconstructing life make it simple
Save yourself from the limbo
Don't waste your time on a freak show
We need some C4 make this shit explode
Then let it restore, reform, reinforce
Now if we'll live on
Easy times make week men
Hard times gift tough people
This is a shit storm
Cannot look away, cannot find a Way
Cannot save this place from seizure
Gotta keep the pace, got to make the right play
Happiness reside in the middle
What we want must be followed
A desire accomplished it's like a season
If it comes to an end he'll bring new hope
Because it's free for all gotta at work on your own
Gotta choose where you go, need to feed your soul
I'm running through the city
Where's my mind at?
Guess that she's leaving
Had to cut it away like Houdini
I got a bunny under my beanie
Everybody got secrets believe me
They're lying to you for no reason
Picking up my bottle of whiskey, my T-shirt
My problems, my g's, my opinion, my riddle
My freedom, and throw up on 'em all this bullshit
They lean on injected by needle for no reason
Studying moves like aikido
Deconstructing life make it simple
Save yourself from the limbo
Don't waste your time on a freak show
We need some C4 make this shit explode
Then let it restore, reform, reinforce
Now if we'll live on
Easy times make week men
Hard times gift tough people
This is a shit storm
Cannot look away, cannot find a Way
Cannot save this place from seizure
Gotta keep the pace, got to make the right play
Happiness reside in the middle
What we want must be followed
A desire accomplished it's like a season
If it comes to an end he'll bring new hope
Because it's free for all gotta at work on your own
Gotta choose where you go, need to feed your soul
Credits
Writer(s): Damon Hendricks, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
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