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Boy George Run Run Run

me on In hip hop I'm talkin' 'bout grandmaster KAZZ Grandmaster Melle Mel, Afrika Islam, Africa Bambata Roger from encore jams out here in L.A. The unknown VJ and the man called AJ Used to run

hail, on a scale from 1 to 10 I'm rich, I own Ebony and Essence And Essence say I'm strong cause with the pen I've been a Bad Boy A sad boy, I call

run to you Cause I get lonely I give you these eyes that I see through My blood, my money too I'm not afraid to run to you Cause I get lonely too I

on the blood red clay Under the texas moon Queer killers, redneck saints Oh God I pray for you You make me run from god You make me terrified I pray

Feel like a knife that could slip any moment Feel like a gun that could blast you from nowhere Beg me and make me be a drop in my ocean I'd run to you

We need more Rose, My bitches gettin' thristy, My words like New Years, Christmas came early, (BuRR!) Got these bitches urling, my earring's perfect, My left pinkey finger rolling like George

home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze Now, I don't blame him 'cause he run and

Your boy rhyme now, and it's fine now, we out dat there Fuck that Access car I'mma work extra hard to turn that into a platinum express car You can have sweet dreams at night Your boy

I can run with my man needing em ? Let?s ? some Hold on, hold on, turn the TV on What?s up with you mom? Still not answering the phone Hey boy, what?