| Run from my shadow, run from myself
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| I run from my power
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| Run from a barrel
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| Run myself ragged runnin' from hell
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| Run from my thoughts, run from my bitch
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| Want to know where I’m off
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| Runnin' the risk
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| Of runnin' out of everything I was taught
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| Ran over words, ran over sneakers
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| Leanin', run 'til they off
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| Runnin' barefoot
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| Feet bleedin', now the meat peelin' off
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| Ran through a yard, hopped the fence
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| Then I ran from a dog
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| They called the cops
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| Now I’m runnin' from the pigs in the fall
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| Run from Radames and Quiles with his bullshit gun
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| Run from my life, run from my stress
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| And my success, like they want
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| Ran from the bloods on Saratoga Ave
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| When I was young
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| Ran from that blue truancy van
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| When it used to come
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| Run from my perils, run from my plights
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| Run 'til I fall
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| Run from my family, run from my rights
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| Run from my wrongs
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| Runnin' in place
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| Runnin' backwards, ran into a wall
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| Runnin' out of time
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| Runnin' out of strength to run at all
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| Runnin' for the train
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| Runnin' like the warriors
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| Or like a whore on Maury does
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| I’m runnin' from the shame
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| Tears runnin' down my face
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| Fear runnin' though my brain
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| Can’t run from what’s inside you
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| Passion for that…
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| I just wanna thank y’all for believing in me |