Donna Lee - Phish

You better run, run from the devil

You better run, run from the devil

You better hide, hide

Hide from the

Hide from the

Young boy

Trying to rule the world I see

Well, young boy

I can give you everything

Diamonds

Everything you touch can be

Golden

But first you gotta listen to me

I’ll tell the truth, I promise you

This world may frown upon the things I have you do

But I got taste, and I got style

I know the twists and turns to make your life worth-

Oh na na

Oh na na (Be careful)

Oh na na

Oh na na

You better run, run from the devil

You better run, run from the devil

You better run, run from the devil

You better run, run from the devil

Oh ya!

Hide from the!

My brother you could probably win in a shit talking competition

My compositions the opposition of all the shit that

Got niggas wishing to spit tragic, the shit that get

You deal crack and you spend cash on cement asses

My heart burns in the fire of truth

Got the heat of seven suns in the meteor treatment needed

More niggas burn on WorldStar than in 1792

Won’t act like I’m any better, you or me, I am you

We are hate, we are love, as below so above

We got poison everywhere so what’s a war on a drug?

We at war with ourselves, talking war with no guns

So if you had to meet yourself would you go do it or run?

Cause I could be MLK, I could be Juicy J

Or a lame on Instagram that shows the world his AK

Fourty seven’s the way, you can follow a stray

At the end of the day, at the end of the day you better-

(Runnn!)

Run in some type of direction

Cause the people going nowhere are the ones that are flexing

I’m not trying to be a preacher, I was never a reverend

But I can take your ass to church and show you glimpses of heaven you better

(Runnn!)

Run in some type of direction

Cause the people going nowhere are the ones that are flexing

I’m not trying to be a preacher, I was never a reverend

But I can take your ass to church and show you glimpses of heaven you better

Runnn, run from the devil