I'm with that woop Fuck all that turn up the headphones shit But turn up my headphones anyway Huh? (Boom production) Turnt gangster Sir, bun up the main road Run Run up and stay low Turn up the radio Dirt, straight family

No, I ain't a scared little girl no more Yeah, I am invincible I was hiding from the world Now I am invincible another perfect storm I was running from an empty threat Now I am invincible What was I running for I was so afraid, I felt so unsure No one

Nothing gonna get me in my world Running circles around around around around When nothing’s right just close your eyes Close your eyes and you’re gone She’s making me high, she’s making me high Here we are She’s making me high I wanna get me free Dreams,

They came riding at first light Fifty men armed to the teeth The sounding horn called us out to fight We went to meet them in the fields Outnumbered yet we fought But soon we were overrun We took refuge in our home Our downfall had just begun They

Play by the rules You're gonna miss all the fun He was a melon stealin' A do-it-anywayin' Playin' hooky from school A water tower poet class of '73 He'd say by God you better know it if you're runnin' with me

When I heard that sound When the walls came down I was thinking about you When my skin grows old When my breath runs cold I'll be thinking about you It was almost love, it was almost love When I run run out of air to breathe

Are you there? Tell me, are you there? My mind is a runaway And I'll find it's too hard to breathe Just say what you want to say I fear these growing pains That made us far too strong Do change if you want to change Try to change your mind, it's like the

I hear them calling for you In the middle of the night when the wolves come out They head straight for your heart Like a bullet in the dark One by one, I take them down We can run run and hide, ain't goin' down without a fight They come straight for your

Whatcha gonna do When your well runs dry When you're feeling blue Whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry Tell me, tell me You never miss your water Till your well runs dry When your well runs dry, I'd like to know

I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride I'm going down to rosedale, take my rider by my side You can run, run, you can run, run, tell my friend-boy willie brown Asked the lord above for mercy, "save