| Keep on running
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| For the thrill if it gets you high
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| Keep on running
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| For the thrill if it gets you high
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| High
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| High
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| Some will want your love
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| Some will want want your pain
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| Someone want the blood from your veins
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| Some are hanging on to every word you say
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| Waiting til' you fall from your reign
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| But that’s okay
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| Rub it in their face
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| And keep on running
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| For the thrill if it gets you high
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| Keep on running
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| For the thrill if it gets you high
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| High (Higher, higher)
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| High (Higher, higher)
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| I’m a smoker, I’m a drinker, a slave to human nature
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| Prone to misbehaviour, my zone I don’t stray away from
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m on my square, you just a square
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| I’m on that different level, higher than the ozone layer
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| Mr. Officer, say Mr. Officer
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| We free spirits get these cuffs up off of us
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| Stay toastin' living cups up often bruh
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| Your life is good but my life is much awesomer
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| They’re trying every dawn and every break of day
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| To get between your pen and your page
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| And all they ever want is to see you fade
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| Till they get you down in your grave
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| If it gets you high, you high
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| You high, yeah
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| If it gets you high, you high
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| Yeah, yeah |