| You better run, run, run like a demon chasin' you
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| Run, run 'til your face is blue
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| Run, run
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| Run, run
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| You better run, run, run like a demon chasin' you
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| Run, run 'til your face is blue
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| Run, run
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| For your momma’s sake
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| Run, run
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| Long Summer, long Summer, long Summer
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| Long Summer, it’s gon' be a heatwave
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| A long Summer
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| Hot Summer, our Winter’s like Summer (Yeah yeah)
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| Long Summer, long Summer, long Summer
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| Long Summer, it’s gon' be a heatwave
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| A long Summer
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| In our Winter, they killin' niggas
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| See it as you see it in your skin boy (Yeah)
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| And they clips got the chips boy (Yeah)
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| They got that heat on they hip, yeah (Yeah)
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| And they can’t wait to let it rip boy (Yeah)
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| Okay, I ain’t tryna die on this beautiful day
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| I couldn’t stand the thought of not seeing your beautiful face
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| So I’ma run like, I’ve been running the streets right
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| I mean, run like I just missed the streetlights
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| I fall flat like I’m trying out for track
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| 'Cause they beat a nigga blue just for loving that he black
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| My advice is, run like Obama 'fore they catch you like Osama
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| Better, run like a nose 'fore they catch you like a cold
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| He got that heater on his hip, yeah
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| And he evil so he might just let it rip, yeah
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| And I know how to hold nobody shit, yeah
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| So why the fuck the cop is on my dick?
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| Yeah, be clear
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| It’s gon' be a long, long summer
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| Tomorrow’s never promised and I sometimes really wonder
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| When they tell me «keep the peace» do they mean click-clack?
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| I know we’re looking forward but I gotta watch my back
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| Run, oh woah
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| Run, run
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| You, you, you better run
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| Run, ooh
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| Long Summer, long Summer, long Summer
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| Long Summer, it’s gon' be a heatwave
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| A long Summer (You better, run, run, run, run, oh)
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| Hot Summer, our Winter’s like Summer (Yeah yeah)
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| Long Summer, long Summer, long Summer (Oh, make it home 'fore you momma, ooh)
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| Long Summer, it’s gon' be a heatwave
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| A long Summer
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| In our Winter, they killin' niggas
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| He got that heater on his hip
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| Clip that’s what this is
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| He don’t shoot to miss, click-clack, click-click
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| Got that heater on his hip
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| Clip that’s what this is
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| He don’t shoot to miss, click, clack
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| He got that heater on his hip
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| Clip that’s what this is
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| We don’t shoot to miss, click-clack, click-click
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| Got that heater on his hip
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| Who gonna be crying?
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| Your momma or mine?
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| Your momma or mine?
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| See it as you see it in your skin boy
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| And they clips got the chips boy
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| They got that heat on they hip, yeah
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| And they can’t wait to let it rip boy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heatwave , by - Mereba. Song from the album The Jungle Is The Only Way Out, in the genre R&B