Lyrics:
Breakdance, shell-toe-Adidas and leather-hat-wearin
Now the girls was starin and the props was ffffat
Now at the parties when the bass would pound out
to be
You can love whomever you will
You can travel any country where your heart leads
And know I will love you still
You can live by yourself
You
house
And he went in and he was surrounded and they put up their fists and said we'll put your name to the test
And Fister screamed as he got pounded by
chased across country by a one-legged fool
Though he's hoppin' and he's clappin' and he shows no sign of stoppin'
I tell you boys this life is hard
Well I rehearsed for the verse and I'm number one
Not the best, not the worst, cause my name is Run
And I'm second cause I wreck it, that you want
written in corporate salary… God
My girl be mad at me
She aint let touch it in 8 months, and in 8 month
Well baby I’m only a man so forgive me I cheated
Became procurer of young girls
Then I could have my own bordellos
My record would be number one
And I'd sell records by the ton
All sung by many other
Young elements in Africa
Are in a hurry as much as the continent
Most of theses African countries
Are been ruled by men
Who belong to the old brigade
Who
extra innings, well, I'll listen on the radio. I've never been a slacker, nor aspired to a life of ease. But right now can't I please just watch
screams
I wake up sweating, my girl tries to hug me
I push her away, still tripping on how them devils crippled my country
They say times have changed, but
dont do too well with girls so I can't be a player
But you looking for Silvy wait let me go and wake her
You nervous inhaling guess I should call you
enough
Country girls got a way of their own
Know how to love till the cows come home and then some
And then some moon will shine
And then some
Baby let's go for a ride
I'll be more than happy to drive
Down an old country road
We can just take it slow
I just want you by my side
You want
free to jump on the drama
If you can't think I can explain it
Bit by bit
Well Imma try to without rhyming it
If you're just too thick
To understand
Know that she a freak
I've been single for a week
So I might as well compete
I'm flying out to countries
You ain't never finna see
In Shibuya what it
media, you preachin' to the choir
I was summoned by the greats, I'm here to force you to retire
I am not a preacher, I am not a teacher
I require only
a tank full of gas on
The road with the riches
In a jacked up Chevy with
A cab full of bitches
Slingin' mud on the world country
Boy on a mission i'm from
girl, well, I love the fall, baby
You talk shit all day
Jabber jaw, baby
You might as well join them bitches
That ain't fucking with me
You might as well
could've been we'll never know
But it's too late to change your mind
Well I can't help the way I feel
Days go by and I love you still
Tell me out there in
done me a bird too
Just came out a lot lot smarter
So I went a lot lot harder
Still got to dodge me the feds and karma
New country spot somewhere by
Well it's gonna be a lucky man
That gets to take your hand
And play house with you a while
Girl, I was looking for you
I thought you could pull
Nashville is the place to be
Music city, Tennessee
Sweaty masses slosh around
Fueled by that Country sound
The tunes that rattle down the street
Make
Well I met her out at Murphy's restaurant
She said she was fresh from the farm
I remember thinkin' for a country girl
That she went pretty well
wrote a lot of songs about woman
Then tried, we tried to sing 'em pretty for the girls
Pushing everything we did to the limit
Livin' right out on the edge
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