Lyrics Run to the Gun - Tunde Olaniran

Run to the Gun

Crowned yourself a king but
Tell me why’s your throne
Slick to the touch with my blood
Piled high with bones
Holding on to something
You barely know
Funeral for a golden age
Not even Midas could sow
Fingertips on the history
But it won’t sink in
Was it cause you never lived it
Or a component missing?
Wasn’t always in my eyesight
Came at it kinda sideways
Now I see it so plain
Now I see it so plain
We don’t, don’t know where to go
Run, run with no map to show
Just gun, gun and your heart’s a ghost
We already know
It kills but we like it though (We done run to the gun, gun)
Know better but we fight it though (Eyes right to the sun, sun)
Shouldn’t burn but we light it though (Don't think, just run, run)
It kills but we like it
Hoping I can learn to do right
That it’s not too late
What I need is elevation
Coat of paint that won’t fade
Sun is burning at this new height
Got me missing old shade
The dark fed into the fiction
That mercy was a sharp blade
But from here we see a new fight
Old roads repaved
It’s more than just a rendition
New rules, new ways
Wasn’t always in my eyesight
Came at it kinda sideways
Now I see it so plain
Now I see it so plain
We don’t, don’t know where to go
Run, run with no map to show
Just gun, gun and your heart’s a ghost
We already know
It kills but we like it though
We done run to the gun, gun
We should know
Better but we like it though
It kills but we like it though
Ridin' round in my hoopty still
Banging out that de Tocqueville
Slow roll for them boars, layin
Steel trap, how them teeth feel?
Lips part and they see my grill
Pack of hounds so they make a meal
Lick the cut so that wound can heal
Ridin' round in my hoopty still
Ridin' round in my hoopty still
Ridin' round in my hoopty still
Slow roll for them boars, layin
Steel trap, how them teeth feel
Lips part and they see my grill
Pack of hounds so they make a meal
Ridin' round in my hoopty still
Ridin' round in my hoopty still
We don’t, don’t know where to go
Run, run with no map to show
Just gun, gun and your heart’s a ghost
We already know