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to the South
I guess you'll know the tune, alone
From the East to the West
Smooth ride to the sea, alone
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Run about
In a lonesome way
Run about
all in my head
going down in my sea of pain
well, at least I'm not dead,
I'm gonna be like you
I'll run about
Yeah you run about
Yeah you run about
loving you so
Go run about the streets like its a race
Go run About
Run About
With the perfect plan you play with what you can and run
About
You
Run, Run, Run
Run, Run, Run
Run, Ru, Run, watching all about
Run, Run, Run watching all about
Run, Run, Run watching all about
Run, Run, Run
walk around every street
Running round like a madman, run yourself off your feet
Walk about like a zombie, run about like a freak
Running round like
Big up yourself NBSB ya large
(B-B-Balling in the fourth yea)
(We about to run the court yea)
Get up on them boards (Them boards)
Balling in
They call me the Back Door Santa
I make my runs about the break of day
They call me the Back Door Santa
I make my runs about the break of day
I
Back Door Santa Lyrics
They call me the Back Door Santa
I make my runs about the break of day
They call me the Back Door Santa
I make my runs about
What's it all about?
Run, run, run
You better knock me out!
You better knock me out!
Run, run, run
What's it all about?
Run, run, run
You better knock me
about?
Run, run, run.
You better knock me out!
You better knock me out!
Run, run, run.
What's it all about?
Run, run, run.
You better knock me out!
You
You need to slow down
Wait just a little
Enjoy life while life is still enjoyable
Figure out everything around you
Not just run about
Solitude
Mind
Yeah
Say you fed up
Okay tell me bout it
Get ya bread up
Run a check about it
Flex
Run a
Yah
Ay
Run a check about it
Yuh ay
Yah
Ay
Ay you say you
Yeah
Say you fed up
Okay tell me bout it
Get ya bread up
Run a check about it
Flex
Run a
Yah
Ay
Run a check about it
Yuh ay
Yah
Ay
Ay you say you
hunt
Getta piece
Now aim
Now the beast is the one that you blame
I'm just tryna go ham damnit
I'm about to run it (Run it)
I'm about to run it (Run
It’s O
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You can't sit around when you the flyest
You can't walk a mile when you the flyest, oh no
You can't run about when you
with the kalash
I got big racks
Spend it on your murder run it back
Run it back yeah
I'm about to run it back
Run it back yeah
I'm about to run it back
They call me Back Door Santa
I make my runs about the break of day
They call me Back Door Santa
I make my runs about the break of day, ho, ho, ho
They call me Back Door Santa
I make my runs about the break of day
They call me Back Door Santa
I make my runs about the break of day, ho, ho, ho
wanna scream and lose control
Throw my hands up and let it go
Forget about everything and run away, yeah
I just want to fall and lose myself
Laughing
don't know how to smile
Always finding fault with all
Everyday and everynight
run about
Struggle desperately
only to get happiness
Everyday and everynight
Everybody talkin bout heaven aint goin there
Oh my lord
Well I run about the streets of gold and I run about the town
Not everybody, oh lord, is gonna see
You need to slow down
Wait just a little
Enjoy life while life is still enjoyable
Figure out everything around you
Not just run about
Solitude
you know you better
Run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run
Talking about a revolution?
Oh, I said you better
Run, run, run, run, run
from home,
Ride on a rocket
Burn down the boulevard, burning it up.
I wanna run away from home,
I don't wanna think about it,
Run baby, run, I don't
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