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Run Run Run (Phoenix) · Dog Catcher (Run Run Run) (Hot Bananas) · Run Run Run (Phoenix) · Marvelous Marv Johnson/More Marv Johnson (Marv Johnson) · The Rough Guide to Blind Willie Johnson (Blind Willie Johnson) · The Rough Guide to Blind Willie Johnson (Blind Willie Johnson) · The Joker Went Wild/Run, Run, Look and See (Brian Hyland) · Run Boy Run EP (Woodkid) · Run Baby Run [UK] (Sheryl Crow) · Run Devil Run (Paul McCartney) – and 90 other albums »


by the sound
Feet meet concrete and we bounce

(Run!)
Short breaths as I go
(Run!)
Forget everything I know
(Run!)
Become one with the road
I
as the caution:
Do not attempt to dis, cause you'll soften
Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress
You can't match this style or attack this
While I
a mile outside your limits
I'm going to tiptoe across this yo-yo string
Until you walk the dog out from under my feet and skip town, sit down

(Chorus)
It
one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back
My friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each
Birds of a feather flock together and you winging it
Man this shit is for the birds and I need a brick
Quick, a 28 by 36
Man this shit is for
to pass me
But couldn't out last me

It was a run in a race so disrespect
Will take this gun in your face so I can put my son in your place
Now we can get
pimp shit
It's that pimp shit, big whips with full clips
Got mad chicks on my dick
Ridin' by, so say it loud, in your face

This right here, has been
out of control, never won an ESPY
Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP
Flow outta this World, I'm coming for my Moon man
You niggas slide
your false words or lies
Word to God this is my job I'm workin hard every minute
Movin up in the rat race, city council to senate
So what you don't
dangerous

I suggest you shut it down
Pack your ‘ish and turn around
Because tonight, we run this town
So let your feet, still swiftly hit the ground

We too
dumb shells to make y'all run well
I shoot dummies, blast backs
Money ga**ed up while I'm a open this tank
Yo, pa** me the shank
I blackout, swipe
dumb shells to make y'all run well
I shoot dummies, blast backs
Money gassed up while I'm a open this tank
Yo, pass me the shank
I blackout, swipe
and sadness
The first to be gripped by this foul crimson madness
This brutal psychosis could not be explained
No one single cause was suggested or blamed
But no
style, leavin' 'em roasted
All the while I'm servin' you hookas solution ?
Don't you wonder why niggas that hate me die?
With my family multiply
faith, a child was born, but no 
one could be the father, except for a god. 
This child was a gift from the skies of life-divine or... 

Another sky is
the subject
Ok
(This bitch don't know about Pangaea, uhm)
Brain leave it alone
I'm starving, are you hungry by chance?
Oh my god I'm so hungry
Yes, do you