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Runner Runner (Runner Runner) · Runner Runner EP (Runner Runner) · Dream Runner (Phenomena) · Projext X (1985-1996): Dream Runner (Phenomena) · Dream Runner (Phenomena) · We Love You Like a Rock/Every Day and Every Hour (The Dixie Hummingbirds) · Every You Every Me [#2] (Placebo) · Every Day and Every Night (Bright Eyes) · Every Fire; Every Joy (Night Beds) · Every Night, Every Day (Jimmy McCracklin) – and 90 other albums »


a runner now

Lockheed discs and twin SUs
Original chrome on the grille now
She looks like a dream in her racing green

Competition's standing still now
I
a thing about this shit
I can't do or havn't seen
But when it gets dark
It's like a nigga's havin' dreams
All nightmares, the light dares, to desert me
Well, I pulled outta Nashville
With the sun on my windshield
Black 4Runner in the summer like a big deal
Apron at Starbucks
What you gonna miss,
got together
And they decided to become an hour
Twenty-four hours kept ticking away
And they all voted to call it a day
By calling it a day, there
a smile

To every love given child
Oldness comes to rile
The youth who dream suicide
I know
Well, it's nothing 'til I give it to you
I can make the runner stumble
I can make the final block
I can make every tackle at the sound
I know
Well, it's nothing 'til I give it to you
I can make the runner stumble
I can make the final block
I can make every tackle at the sound
I know
Well, it's nothing 'til I give it to you
I can make the runner stumble
I can make the final block
I can make every tackle at the sound
the puzzle is cut by a shaky hand.
Carved out of improper materials, imperfect directions.
A crushing sound soon awakes. Where am I?
The taste of sand wipes
I know
Well, it's nothing 'til I give it to you
I can make the runner stumble
I can make the final block
I can make every tackle at the sound
Man I don't know

These four walls are closing in
These voices ain't my friends
They hauntin' me
Those, those memories

[Chorus: x2]

[Malice]
you tonight on a downtown train
Every night, every night its just the same
You leave me lonely
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
All my dreams
to every single word you ever said
No more crying, to get me through
I keep dancing 'til the morning with somebody new
Tonight I'm getting over you

Tonight
and past your gate
I stand by the light of the four way
And watch them as they fall, oh baby
They all having their heart attacks
They stay
and past your gate
I stand by the light of the four way
And watch them as they fall, oh baby
They all having their heart attacks
They stay
I thought I had to be strong
Oh but I was just young
I was scared, I was wrong

Not a night goes by, I don't dream of wandering
Through the home that
rum up
I'm a find me some new p****, and buy me a Four-Runner

I walk wit a limp, 'cause my nuts heavy
And I like it from tha back so hold your butt
paint dry
Amazed by the limelight
I can't ever be afraid

I assumed there was only room for
My dreams in my dreams so I'd sleep
And repeat 'til the moon
(It's just a dream)
Your planes fly
I'll follow without asking why
Scared of bigger things
Thngs that pass me by

All my friends will follow
Have you been told
About the machine man
His leather gloves
Hide his machine hands

In every dream
In sleep I ever had
I am awoke
By
and watch paint dry
Amazed by the limelight
I can't ever be afraid

I assumed there was only room for
My dreams in my dreams so I'd sleep and repeat 'til
paint dry
Amazed by the limelight
I can't ever be afraid

I assumed there was only room
For my dreams in my dreams
So I'd sleep and repeat 'til the moon
And the thing about the shit I came through, I haven't seen
But when it gets dark, it's like a nigga's having dreams
All nightmares, the light dares to desert
feels makin' love 2 u
I'm ready 2 get it baby if you got it to dish out 
Just love me 4 a little while 
I wanna make it like a dream 4 u 
Turn every
[Uncle Howie]
"Glenwood mother-fuckin' Projects, that was the fuckin' place man. Fuckin'
crack smoking all night. Cookin' it up, sellin' C4