Run - Alex Wiley

Come through with that one-two one-two

Damn fam, is this what shit comes to?

Take an eighth to the face

I escape to the place

Where I drape like a young Rapunzel, carefree

What is he trynna tell me

What is he trynna show me aye

I see the sounds but can’t always interpret them

I know my purpose though

Move ever purposeful

Work till the Earth is cold, Oooo

Wonder what he working on, Oooo

Wonder if he burnt his tongue

Wonder if he burnt his tongue, aye

Wonder if he bit his tongue, wonder if he live this long

Run, run, run

Bitch I’m gonna move

Bitch I’m gonna

Run, run, run

Bitch I’m gonna move

Bitch I’m gonna

Run, run, run

Bitch I’m gonna move

Bitch I’m gonna

Run, run, run

Bitch I’m gonna move