Aways-away and gone awry On a Wichita Monday night (Kelly/Mann) Our super-hero in a maple-leaf cape Was locked in the trunk of a car And he escaped He's a Moosehead muppet on An ex-pat kick Got a valid passport and he's proud of it Prairie boy-wonder why

Let me down I just run it up, never let a hard time humble us Double up, I ain't tellin' no lies, I just To you, that money My dreams, come true My life, in diamonds I ain't tellin' no lies, I just 5, 4, 3-2, let's talk, I got

Uh, yeah, you and me baby making love like gorillas 'Cause what I got for you Bang, bang, gorilla Baby I'mma be your gorilla Its 4am and you are up getting fucked up And what a world, it is all girls, I'am in luck Say hello to your sisters and lets try

I was sittin' at home watchin TV all alone I'm so tired of reruns, the day goes on and on So I pick up the phone, call everyone I know Said there's gonna be a party, hit the music here we go You gotta live to party, bust your move Everybody's in the

And I run, run, run, run, run I run, run, run, run, run And you waited on the rain And we fall through fate I just run, run, run Through tears my heart is caged And we rise and rise again Our lust for fightin' Tied up in silence

Now I'm broken See down in my heart I gave it a hunet and one percent all the time Thinking that I Could live out these eh-ep-si-si-isodes No reruns suppose Thought you were my star Thought you were the moon But since you come down here

Blood of a slave, heart of a king Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a slave Boiling in my veins It's just hot until a nigga can't take it no more Turn my voice up Ayo, the brother is "stillmatic" I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the

Why you running, running when you got it right here? Let me show you how a kiss should taste Trust me, I won't give your heart away Oh, I would love you if you let me Daisy, always climbing up the same tree Finding love in all the wrong scenes, Daisy,

Young black America Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner White man kill a black man, they never report us Black man kill a white man, they gon' start a war up Mama she was sour, sippin' on

Everything's gonna be alright boys, help is on the way Hold your head up high now, there's no need to cry now We're not running anymore Leave the politics behind boys, they're not working anymore There's so much more at stake here, it's make or break