Run Again

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.