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they wanna clap when the base just dropped
Niggah in the back trying to pave me
All these boys my sons like they Ayton
When I make a play it's

(yeah yeah)
I don't know what they be wanting from me
Trying to fight my demons but they really good at running from me
You are my distraction from

bangers 

Real niggaz know me well
Fake niggaz all strangers 


Rap wit a purpose 
fuck scratching the surface
And my notes full of spectacular verses

Runaway Tonight
Music & Lyrics By: Justin Busch (JustinRBusch@yahoo.com) 

V1:
It just don’t get any better than this
You got me drunk from the taste

in the unknown

Prechorus:
Crawling out of the haunted cave
Lucky enough to find my way
The ghost is running behind me
But I’m not scared to get away

and down tongue taste like body butter
Ima take time kissing on your neck you could feel it in your thighs all day running through my mind
I could see it in

and I are always catching up
Talk to me when I caught a break
Can't have my weeks be waterwheels
Just running through the same
In cycles all our features

I've been up late as of late at the back of my mind
I've been running and gunning heart thumping but I've fallen behind
I've been wishing that I

like bugs, what I can do is act like a noob with a scar with my aerosol,
I spray and pray, They running away, In the rap game but I didn’t come to play.

stays.

I am a peasant here by birth
(No part of me was colored like a king)
And although I'm just a subject,
You are my Queen.
So, if I offered you some

me to the door, I turn, looking for approval
You just smile and, once more, fix my tie
And in that silent moment I can see that you've been crying

the way
For niggas that have something to say
At the end of the day
We run shit they running away
My life on display
Came a long way from just being okay
I

with some trouble cooking
I got a hundred in my wallet that we stole for lunch
I took a trip to the ocean and had some Bubba Gump
We got approached by

on my eyelids from the spotlights outside the apartment gives the room 
Clear white linen curtains, blowing a bit in the breeze 

Makes me think of images

What a beautiful sign
In tune with the tides
I'm intrigued
By the fallen leaves
And I'm often
Often in homologies
Running out of
Often apologies
I

Existential crisis dominate my daily life
So if you pull the trigger now you’ll just be saving me some time
Please put me in a state of mind
Where everything

the night
Along with the flash of bloody fangs
Tearing me apart
I hear footsteps behind my back
The flashlight's blinding me
But alas, that's not enough

the morning, and it's a price I gotta pay,
I'm living on the back roads of a life gone astray,
I thought that I could beat it by just slipping away,
But with

always read the scripture
So I never wanted more than I could get
And I settled with the daily bread
Lotta people been playing with my head
Flooding

missing persons
Not afraid of lots of hate from people who don't know me
They'll throw shade and make all type of faces like emojis
I just try to take

running away 
You don't run it like these, then move off my way
They saying talking is cheap but me i get paid 
Hunting for bread, aint beefing with you
Man

away
Drop the barricades and cry
Feel free to come with me
Live your one and only life

I've been dying
I've been dying
I've been living 
I've been

Strung Out

3rd Strike

Lost Angel

2002

again
I can't escape myself
'cause I've been running all my life
Kill off emotions and I'm sturng out again

A little hit can take away my fears

I'm just casing the joint
So when I do hit it up
My shit can be on point did the stats
I'm posted at the best spot possible a
Bench inside the park
With