| Something makes me run from nothing
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| Fucked up more than once and
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| Cleanin' off my slate before I run again
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| You couldn’t call me a saint, you’ll have to call me a sinner
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| Comitting bigger, than 21 saying «winner winner chicken dinner,»
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| I can’t get civil, filled with evil, evil
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| Travels in messages from owls and eagles
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| No flowers so freedom, yeah
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| I’ve done wrong, I’ve fucked up
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| Can’t take it back but I gotta face it with my fucking hands up
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| Her hate attack is tangable
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| Gimme one good reason I shouldn’t walk on out that door
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| And count that cash that could be caught without your walk upon my chest
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| I’m not, here
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| Not givin' up some love is like a gun in my waistline
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| Safety off, got nowhere to be so I make everything take time
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| Everything remains fine, everyone runnin down their pre determined paths while
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| I make my own, exploration around the world
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| Flown, to another destination, another girl
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| Never been that shiver down your little ass spine
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| Always been that plane of kush and a glass from the best vine
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| (Bridge)
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| It’s 5 AM
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| And she knows |