Run Again کے بول

Something makes me run from nothing, Fucked up more than once and, Cleanin’ off my slate before i run again You couldn’t call me a saint, you’ll have to call me a sinner, Comitting bigger, than 21 saying “winner winner chicken dinner,” I can’t get civil, filled with evil, evil, Travels in messages from owls and eagles, No flowers so freedom, yeah, I’ve done wrong, i’ve fucked up, Can’t take it back but i gotta face it with my fucking hands up, Her hate attack is tangible, Gimme one good reason i shouldn’t walk on out that door And count that cash that could be caught without your walk upon my chest, I’m not, here Not givin’ up some love is like a gun in my waistline, Safety off, got nowhere to be so i make everything take time, Everything remains fine, everyone runnin down their pre determined paths while i make my own, exploration around the world, Flown, to another destination, another girl, Never been that shiver down your little ass spine, Always been that plane of kush and a glass from the best vine It’s 5 am, And she knows.