Lyrics:
this, run this
We run this uh-ohh, ohh!
It don't matter where you're from it's where you're at
And if you came to freek-a-leek better bring ya hats
by me (get one by me)
But you'll never win, but you'll never win
Try again 'cause the game is over
(Game over)
You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
Sail away, kill off the hours
You belong somewhere you feel free
Run away,
higher
Feels like I'm surrounded by clowns and liars
Even when I give it all away
I want it all
We came here to run it, run it, run it (run it)
We
Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game
You pick up little
Ooh, I care for you
Run wild
Out on the edge of time, child
Carry your dreams away, love
No one can hold you now
For you are an island
I may be
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Yo, I'll fuck your ass up
brains out (brains out)
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you with them thangs out (thangs out)
I do what I gotta
ain't a winner in the game
You don't go home with all
Not with all
Leaving Texas
Fourth day of July
Sun so hot, clouds so low
The eagles filled
now, son, until you take a hit
And you won't find the beat until you lose yourself in it
That's why we won't back down
We won't run and hide
Yeah,
Like a fly to a spider, you're under the spell
It's the game and the liar, for those who toll the bell
You're more than just a name, you fight
ain't a winner in the game
You don't go home with all
Not with all
Leaving Texas
Fourth day of July
Sun so hot, clouds so low
The eagles filled
[Bun B]
Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback
(You see it's real, they be like look at that
Oh luna rossa, you're out tonight,
A moon of red in a sky of white,
Because I'm selling a lie tonight,
And blushing moon, you know of it.
Oh
the blame
Trampled by your heal
Play the game and wear the tear stain
Eaten by my own
Pass the blame 'cause you'll feel it if you don't
Version
pop three, then we bang
Rambo, Lambo' when I slide
Come through, pop out, please don't hide
Nah nah, nah nah, you can't hang
Come through, run through,
forfeit the game, before somebody takes you out of the frame
and put your name to shame, cover up your face
You can't run the race, the pace is too
About to run the A
When we drop stanlanta
Bobby Creek
You know his motherfuckin' name nigga
Bobby Creek
He ain't no motherfuckin' game nigga
I'm
I come to find out though, all these years, man
The game wont wait no matter who you are
Where you are or how you are
The game wont wait
Its
hurricane, you just a gust of wind
I'm on fire, you just ashes and dust my friend
[Chamillionaire]
Uh, it's just the lil bad weatherman, raindrops drop
daughter, kind of caught up bitch that wish the slip
Slip your ass in a coffin, bitch, because you run your fuckin' lip
Ho, my game is thick, so stupid
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think
Make sure nobody sees you leave
Hood over your head
Keep your eyes down
Tell your friends you're out for a run
You'll be flushed when you return
Walk into the refrigerator
Door's close
Light's are out
Ball game's on
What a splendid pie?
Pizza, pizza pie
Every minute, every second
Buy, buy,
.jpg/213px-Chamillionaire_and_Michael_Arrington_(cropped).jpg "Chamillionaire")
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