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you even know can you tell me 

Which way do we run
Which way do we run
Which way do we run 

Think, Instincts tell you nothing now
The shadow
to school
(Which I do)
You may grow up to be a mule
(I don't wanna grow up
And be a mule)

Well, would you like to
Swing on a star (okay)
Carry
to school
(Which I do)
You may grow up to be a mule
(I don't wanna grow up
And be a mule)

Well, would you like to
Swing on a star (okay)
Carry
head
Stubborn as a mule
Oh, yeah, by the way I still love you

Go on and be that way
Slam that door
Make a scene
Yell some more
Come on let's have it out
exposed 
Like the sunlight which rose in the morning 
Froze in a gunfight, forcing those who run with you to reevaluate affiliations 
We salivate from
I've been hurt so many times, but I guess I'll never learn.
Now I'm standin' in confusion, I don't know which way to turn.
'Cause I still love that
could hardly run 
I turned my head to Maria 
And she turned her head to mine: 
And we knew... 
What he was going to do 
He was going to shoo-oo-oy
to the hood
Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good?
I'mma put the Compton swap meet by the White House
Republican, run up, get socked out
Hit the press
to the hood
Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good?
I'mma put the Compton swap meet by the White House
Republican, run up, get socked out
Hit the press
Ain't nuttin' the matter with a good dude havin' a buck
With that on my mind, I'm on the grind, it pays
We break it down in these three ways, yo
There's nothing unusual about the way my day begins
As I walk up and down the streets with my mailpouch in my hands
I've run this route for years
I'm gonna run, take my children's hand
We are leaving this nightmare as fast as we can

I don't even know, in which direction I should go
But I'm sure
Silence reveals where we really are

You only stayed to break my heart
I can tell it by the way you runaway,
Runaway girl
You only stayed to break my
the sun
(We keep moving)

I arise from my melinence to the sun beginnings
Kiss by the way of a sunny day
But I feel it in my boner childs without a home
long
Do you remember?
I called for you
And you were gone

I thought we were safe but I was wrong
I'm just left here standing
Looking on
You ask
The river is wide
It opens up its arms and holds you just like a child
The river is wise
It tells you where to go, it shows you which way to fly

You
butt Sundae from me
So do not strut my way, slut! Because

Here we go go go

And now that I got your panties in a bunch
And your bowels in
the sights around you
Of breakdown and decay
Wrought by the greed for a better life
For which you have to pay

From Glasgow town to London
Down the motorway
by my name
And when I'm with somebody new I'll try to do the same

If someone ever asks you why we went our separate ways
We were just too much in love
-(...everything louder than everything else.)
- Yeah, can we have everything louder than everything else? Right. 
No one sees the things you do
Because I stand
And all that we are, is a conscience behind a cause
Like gears and cogs
And nothing is real, at least not the way I feel
A mile-less wheel
You
the castaways who run amok
From self appointed winds which blow and such
When present tense gets strangled in the mire
Made of our cozy decomposing wires

Who do
runs the show
When the stage is the g-h-e-t-t-o

Which is the one to blame when bullets blow
Either peter, jane, or john or joe
But joe can't shoot
runs the show
When the stage is the g-h-e-t-t-o

Which is the one to blame when bullets blow
Either peter, jane, or john or joe
But joe can't shoot
know how we do when the young niggas peel out
Don't squeal [undecipherable]

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