Lyrics:
So here we go again
Wishin' we could start again
Wendy run away with me
I know I sound crazy
Don't you see what you do to me?
I wanna be your
Yeah, I no fit to run away from God
Ke
(It's a classic)
Ya life is a give away
Them wan some, let them take away
(Speroachbeatz)
Yeah, I no
Look, that's on God
Baby, you know we could run it up
I know I show a different type of love
And I know you like to be particular
So I took you
calling,
Telling me to run while I still can.
Holding nothing back now,
Seems I have at last found,
Love that makes me want to give you all I am.
For so
you just a victim
Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pit bull to sick 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't he assed out
Punched him in his chin
(Makers)
(Run that back, Turbo)
Tryna make a change
Tryna make a dollar when I only had some change
Sittin' inside a one man cell, I tightened
(M-M-M-Murda)
I told my daughter, she don't understand who her daddy is
I'll tell you somethin' to run your mouth, but I bet he did
Landlord
of the corn below
One by one they're following the sun
Got to run
Following the sun on the run
Following the sun
Don't be ashamed of what you've done
You must
to Google you
I tell him, "Chill," 'cause I know what they'll do to you
I run Atlanta, gettin' paid like I'm Julio
We made a way from the streets
could the bastard do? (nothing)
They run, we run this town, we'll run you down, they'll laugh at you
Damn no, look at mommy shaking her derriere (damn)
Life goes on
Breakin' hard into the ground
It was you that I found
I can run if you are callin'
I can fly if you are fallin'
I can break through every
If you reached out for me
I would run into the storm
Just to keep you here with me
I have gone beyond my years
I've wasted half my life
But I
twice to kill your ass 'cause I don't know ya ('cause I don't know ya)
Gotta run this shit, can't stop, I think it's turnin' over
Gotta top this shit
You ain't recognize, you ain't notice how I tote that choppa on my shoulder
I'm a G and I'ma run this shit like a G know he supposed to
So cutthroat,
thinkin' you gon' rep off me
They gon' find this nigga stankin' he run up on me
Bitch, come up with plenty killers, gotta keep a pistol
Roll with me by
a jack, reach me that cheese
Make a stupid move, nigga, you bleed
Bustin 17, please don't scream, don't run
Either long range street sweep
Never never
look easy)
It's hard (it's hard), it's hard (it's hard, we make it look easy)
I got forty ones for forty-one
Lost two hun', what a horrible run
Please don? t dominate the rap, Jack
If you? ve got nothing new to say
If you please, go back up the track
This train? s got to run today
I spent
straight)
I still run it like a relay, relay (run it, run it)
What you don't understand 'bout me is
I never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing
I wake up
Whatever it is, you better get to it
When you got the time, you gotta use it
The road runs out, so take it slow
When them good times roll, man, let 'em
and weeks
Memory will lead the way
Call it teleology
Like the river runs to the sea
Come the season, find a reason
Home is anywhere you find me
Mario
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Uh
Look at the time it took just to get to the top
Look at the run I had just to get to the spot
Look
there's no race to be run
The harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
There's no plan, there's no kingdom to come
I'll be your man if you got love
come!
(Whoa, whoa)
When the sun goes down, we're the small town smokin' gun
(Whoa, whoa)
Gonna ride back roads til' their ain't no road to run
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