Lyrics:
Michael Martin Murphey
From my window shadows of the buildings in the night
Run like a river, broken only by city lights
Running like a thousand
on me
Gotta keep you by my side, and run it up on me
Gas gettin way too high, I'm drivin the foreign til it's on E
I can even lie, I'm on a vibe, ain't
with Brandon on production
And NO got the subject Goosebumps get delivered to the public
Youngn been put in out albums rockn shows by the hundreds
Aint
em
God given
Yea you know my shit be god given
Surrounded by deceit
Not gonna lie with it
God given
God given
This is god given
God given
God given
all that you are,
All that you want
I will be close behind
Run for your life
She had a fire inside
And that terrified you
You swore you'd never lose
This world is far from small
And her heart is the center of it all
And there's a river that runs through hills, and it's never still
Listen closely
difficult
None of your niggas are in my peripheral
All of your homies just flip like reciprocals
None of my niggas just live by them principles
I don’t run
on my sweater?
Nigga fuck Heath Ledger
This chopper going to blow-owowow, Lil Tecca
Automatic drive by in the Tesla
Brr, Huh? Huh?
Ever got back doored?
Take me back to my ancient home
where I can be satisfied on my own
on the banks of the river where time was born
If you keep a tight lip and run
We still homies at the end of the day
Believe that
No no no
I don't wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he's too lost to know it
where I want to go
Down the river road
There's a moth in the porch light, a curtained window pain
You're eyes in the screen door they tell me
You
refusing to be in it
Show me back in
Rain or come shine
Tell me softly that you'd love to lay by my side
No delaying just in case we run out of time
rivers run to glorious seas
So I will follow anywhere that you please
Now don’t you worry about me
I’ll be just fine and yeah you will see
I’ll want for
real
On that you ain't really famous
But they offering deals feel
Every time they hit Brandon that shit's a home run
Turning down the ticket
When we
on my face
Don’t pretend like you niggas want smoke
You know Brandon keep that shit unprovoked
I don’t fight, I sit back and take notes
I don’t testify
Right Where You Left It
Written By: Brandon Day, Eric Dodd, Jordan Minton
Still a couple tire marks in the front yard from your little white Honda
over bullshit is an under fact
I'm so tired still I run the track
Ty Brandon with that all white tee shirt
Wanna know who I am wanna know what he's worth
Well the moon fell from the sky
And the river’s run dry
You know everything good went away when you said goodbye
Baby, don’t be sad, don’t feel so blue
of
Pop to give you the shot when I vodka
The glocka Blocka! and blew the dot
You want attention? I'll give you the spot
And run up on your favorite
Artist
promise I'll be okay
Pack your things, let's take a trip, I don't bother get to wait
I don't want to be afraid, I don't want to be alone
The future came all
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
Bad blood flows from
The father to the son
How red the river runs, yeah
Love was the law
For sinners and saints
Dead man's hand holds
Aces
Today
I stand by myself
Tomorrow will be the same
There's no one else
Run away
Run away
Goodbye
Cause in the end
All men must die
Sometimes to bleed
the reaper overtook me he was standing at the gate
He showed me a headstone like a river in spate
You can run all you want to
But you’re already late
I was
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