I wonder who that somebody might be Probably somebody like me That congregation parted like the red sea When that old drunk stumbled in down the aisle and took seat Right in the middle of amazing grace He could feel the judgment that they were passing

None of y'all niggas can see me Runnin' 'round with the paper bag Goin' crazy spendin' all this cash A nigga don't need a seatbelt Catch a body in broad day I got the key to the city I got a hoe that's saddity Talk to that bitch in Swahili Tattoo my name

Long road to ruin There in your eyes Under the cold streetlights No tomorrow Running through hell Heaven can wait No dead-end in sight Maybe the season The colors change in the valley skies

It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte Slugs that leave n****s drugged like a chick slip the Mickey I'm so on the low it'd take a Navy SEAL to get me, when I surface If not chips to Benz is the purpose On your team I'll pull the curtain, a

As they thank the Lord the blind can't see Like a plague fed to the brain deadly disease I'd run away tonight with my mind still intact You gotta make it alright And we're at it again, I turn around another fucking war, man I don't know where to begin,

I will run, they will hunt me in vain I will hide, they'll be searching I'll regroup, feign retreat they'll pursue Coup de grâce I will win but never fight That's the Art of War! I stand alone And gaze upon the battlefield Is all that's left after the

When I grow up, I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do, throwing out a boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up, I want to live near the sea Crab claws and bottles of rum That's what I'll have

I don't wanna lose myself, I don't wanna lose myself I don't wanna lose myself loving you, loving you I'm running low so don't play with my time I'm searching but it's nothing left to find Send out a call but no one's on the line So if you want it please

Run away, now She used to meet me on the Eastside In the city where the sun don't set He used to meet me on the Eastside We can go anywhere we want Drive down to the coast, jump in the seat We can do anything if we put our minds to it Take your whole

Who you gonna call When your road runs out at the sea You can turn around and walk back to me Where you gonna go What ya gonna do when you get there You know you're never gonna find someone who loves you like I do When you get tired of runnin' June fell