Look Who's On the Run

Look who's on the run
Look who's in the deep end sinking
Look who's on the run
Look who's in the deep end sinking

Five nights of some delicate liquor swimmin'
My kind of intelligent thinking women
Fly by with the effortless teeth he grinnin'
My, my, I ain't messin' with these decisions
Ten ply to the wipin' of your shit smirk
Send vibes like your guy is just a big jerk
Blend rhymes, it's kinda my style
He kinda profilin', wild Toad vibrant
Smoke haze from the loud pack
Broke days are over, no way he roamin'
With a cold face and a brown bag
And I ain't tryin' to be on nothin' except if we be runnin'
No heft when I be stuntin', the weight lifted accordingly
This a shapeshifting performance
I play frisky and cordial
Straight whiskey and orange peels

Look who's on the run (Look who's on the run, on the run)
Look who's in the deep end sinking (Look who's on the run)
Look who's on the run (Look who's on the run, on the run)
Look who's in the deep end sinking (Look who's on the run)
Down, down, down, down, down

I gotta admit, it feels kinda nice
Seeing you fuck up like you fucked up my life
You thought you'd get away without paying the price
But now you got your own concrete paradise, nice
You lookin' for a couch to crash
Like I owe you shit? Let's play out the math
Sixteen months in a house of cards
And now you 'bout to start on my last nerve
Heartless and ab-surd
Run to your master, faster, faster
Ain't nothin' natural about a bad disaster
Keep off my doorstep, I don't got time to sanitize
I love the way you smell the cash burn
Like you're the oldest friend, bastard
And then you ghost again, Casper
You been runnin' a long time, you'll be fine

Look who's on the run (Look who's on the run, on the run)
Look who's in the deep end sinking (Look who's on the run)
Look who's on the run (Look who's on the run, on the run)
Look who's in the deep end sinking (Look who's on the run)

Look who's on the dance floor wasting away
Let 'em rot to the beat
It's a skip and a hop to deceased
Real opps get the pop to the cheek, fist cock to your teeth
Best not catch ya groovin'
Rest stop homies probably gas your movements
And y'all been speedin' in the right lane
While I'm tryin' to stack up like a biplane
I can't hear what you're saying
Lip locked from the jump
Tip-top, shit pop, hip hop in the blood
Been the guy, you the vibe of the month
Stop that game that you're playing
Reset the console
Behest the honcho
And really gotta jet to the next little set
Where'd the time go?
Where'd the time go?

Look who's on the run (Look who's on the run, on the run)
Look who's in the deep end sinking (Look who's on the run)
Look who's on the run (Look who's on the run, on the run)
Look who's in the deep end trying
Flying high and dying (Look who's on the run)

Look who's on the run (Look who's on the run)
Look who's on the run (On the run)
Look who's on the run, hey (Look who's on the run)
Look who's on the run (Look who's on the run, on the run)
Look who's on the run (Look who's on the run)