Lyrics Run - Wordsworth

Run

so where you gonna run now?
nobody makes it alone so, so where you gonna run now?
no more places to hide so, so where you gonna run now?
no more places to stay so, so where you gonna run now?
.eventually you get caught
trouble maker, in her teens, all us love or hate her
seeks attention, makes a scene wherever her mother takes her
curses her out, her attitude is worse than her mouth
used to work in the south, till her aunt there kicked her out
raising hell, acts invicible, yelled back and spit at you,
held back in middle school, expelled, slapped the principal
wild n' out, nothing to be wild about, when her mom keeps her up-to-date with
every style thats out
long island house, got her own room, behaved and saved for a crib and a car —
she’ll have her own soon
but she’s very unappreciative, gives all the credit to her dad but the secret
is her mom made 'em keep the kid
doesnt go to school, just another joint case, tresspassed through the high
school, and screamed to his face, cant go home — police waiting,
she runs away from her problems but they keep chasing…
so where you gonna run now?
nobody makes it alone so, so where you gonna run now?
no more places to hide so, so where you gonna run now?
no more places to stay so, so where you gonna run now?
.eventually you get caught
pops up on her Pop’s porch — my little girl came to see me!
man its been awhile
-thats what her pops thought
she got free at her pops crib, thought her mom was being cruel, thought her
father had no set of rules
but he got his — chores, mop the floors, then scrub the walls, after 8 — no
noise, no calls, no boys, mow the lawn, wash the car and dishes,
clean the kitchen, be sure to excercise your curfew’s at 9
was gonna show her how to drive, she couldnt wait for her father to arrive
the mischeif only keeps her occupied.
takes the keys while he went golfing,
she drove but not often, the store wasnt that far — she coulda just walked it
foot slips off the gas, but to avoid the crash, hits a woman coming outta the
mall carrying bags
hit and ran, thought she was driving safe, a customer inside the gate of the
parking lot got the license plate
she parks it back in the garage, paint scratched, tried to match it with on the
car with nail polish so the accident was solved
cops drove up asked um, sir do you own a maxima?
she was gone before they thought of asking her…
so where you gonna run now?
nobody makes it alone so, so where you gonna run now?
no more places to hide so, so where you gonna run now?
no more places to stay so, so where you gonna run now?
.eventually you get caught
calls her aunt upstate with the estate houses by the lake
she said i dont want that drama down here
calls her ex-boyfriend that moved to portland oregon to get away
he said i dont want that drama down here
calls her cousin in Miami but her family called there before she did
they said we dont want that drama down here
last call to her uncle but he’s unaware
he said why dont you call your mom and dad?
shes like yeah.
great idea
whole city looking for her, things escalated, since the slashing and the hit
and run in brooklyn where they saw her
changed her hairstyle — now in staten island because she knows her grandma
would never give up her grandchild
blind in one eye, she could barely see who it was, family always say they visit,
but nobody does
through the screen door recgonized, the voice and was surprised,
loneliness was in her eyes as she brushes her aside
does your mom know your here?
but really didnt care — she was so delighted
catching up with things and trying to feed her… grandma ran out of sugar
ill go to the store for you — she gets the purse but not without going through
it first
she opens the door, cops hiding in the bushes and trees, got their rifle wedged
in her temple yelling Freeze!
…so where you gonna run now?