Lyrics

Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run to the east fuckin' side
Run to the east fuckin' side
Run to the east fuckin' side
Run to the east fuckin' side
Did I ever notice I'm gonna die?
You love this life, don't you lie
Was I just pretending or fly?
Fly like a bird, sting like a bee
Do you ever think you're gonna catch up to me?
I'm high off some drugs, don't do hugs
But I'll fuck your bitch with my Ben 10 watch
Hotch, potch, oh my gosh
Respect the unexpected to see it in the pot
Not talking skittle, you retarded ass thot
But I just fuck your bitch and she giving me tops
Run to the east fuckin' side
Did I ever notice I'm gonna die?
You love this life, don't you lie
Was I just pretending or fly?
Maybe they were wrong, maybe you're no son of a gun
And this, what's he doing?
Is to go even further beyond
Yeah, I think I am a son of a gun
Written by: Kenan Edmond
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