Don't Run

Yah

Yo, heh-heh
I was snot-nosed, cross-eyed, dozing off, and stealing shit
Stalked-home, wide-eyed, rolling past the dealership
Like: "oo, need me one of them" -- and
"oo, fuck the fundamentals" -- you
Could be one of them to make it out your residential
Who'd of thought I'd get a sec, or more than momma' interest
Imma fuck the ceiling up -- y'all ain't seen my limits yet
Crash into the Heavens' gates and stumble down the center steps
Emerging on the interstate while shawty gave me intellect, and oo
It don't fit well, family in abyss still
Forty guzzle, forty water, playing off a twin twelves
Off the muscle, someone thought of rolling while I fishtail
Thought I'd get some money mining tack, I guess that ship sailed
Heh, met a demon by the airport and he told me (what'd he say)
"Everybody with some weed is not your homie" (that's a given)
"Everybody with a million probably lonely" (but they living)
"Everybody need fulfillment and it's only fed a few ways"
Pulled up out my momma's, but I'm off and out the suitcase
Stock into the saving, imma pop it on my Bruce Wayne
I be off the Jamie, but tonight I'm off the Dusse
Benna booked the flight, it wasn't up until my truce came, heh
Now I'm all-in this bitch
We've been sipping, got it twitching, and it's all-in this wrist
Bitch, I live for bad decisions -- I love calling in sick
What's the good in having fun if it's all-in the sense?

And if I know one thing it's I don't know none
But a smoke-life hound need both lungs
Be alert in case it's twelve and your folks come
Think I'll finally be a man today -- I don't run
If I know one thing it's I don't know none
But a smoke-life hound need both lungs
Be alert in case it's twelve and your folks come
Think I'll finally be a man today -- I don't run

Yo
Hit the park around ten
By eleven, it's weed
By twelve, we were sipping, linking with hoes every week
Just a kid with some friends probably too old for his good
But, at school, he the leader -- maybe he's misunderstood?
Maybe it's due to the block, maybe it's due to the net
Maybe it's due to the scotch, I tell my father's regrets
Maybe it's due to free-will: a kid in church, I was slapped
I'm popping Adderall like Limitless and failing my tests
We wasn't college-bound
We was headed southeast on the five to hit a college-town
Trying to find whoever with the shits -- they had a solid count
Rarely -- I mean rarely -- do we show up and it's all announced
Go head, pass it all around
Now I'm in a meeting, they be like: "how's all that sound?"
Goofy students' stupid watch
Show up on they pot-a-pound
Used to pray I'd get a shot
Bitch, I do the calling now
We was trying imagine that they asking if we all in-town
And that be rare 'cause I'm missing half the time
Just the symptoms how I'm living
Getting lifted, lacking sight
In the vision, knew it's different when she grab me from the flight
Pick me up and I said nothing, but she didn't ask me why, man
Said

If I know one thing it's I don't know none
But the damaged try to dream and then their hope dies
Rode a battleship for healing shit -- it's post up
Oh, the HD spitter, HD -- get the close up

Said, if I know one thing it's I don't know none
But a smoke-life hound need both lungs
Be alert in case it's twelve and your folks come
Think I'll finally be a man today -- I don't run
If I know one thing it's I don't know none
But a smoke-life hound need both lungs
Be alert in case it's twelve and your folks come
Think I'll finally be a man today -- I don't run

Don't run
Don't run
Don't run
Don't run
Sometimes, I forget to be grateful