now what can I say? Let's focus, let's focus We can runaway, we can runaway There's no reason why we should stay We can runaway, we can runaway 'Coz
can runaway (We can runaway) We can runaway (We can runaway) There's no reason why we should stay We can runaway (We can runaway) We can runaway (We can runaway
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my heart I was going through my growing pains, I was driving in the dark But I was alright, I landed on my feet Made in America, I was brought up on
back I hope he's with your mother, with my hustlers high in my trap (Let me put you on game) I hope you die in his trash I can't help it all I hear
, runnin' your mouth Get erased, my nigga (My nigga) Look here, I leave no trace, my nigga (My nigga) No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga (My
my heart, I was going through my growing pains, I was driving in the dark. But I was alright, I landed on my feet, Made in America, I was brought up
thoughts of my fury with tongues of double edge swords surely have faith in God b M worried lookin at the lions in the crossroads hit 'em up with my
my fury with tongues of double edge swords surely have faith in God b M worried lookin at the lions in the crossroads hit 'em up with my crossbow glory
my heart I was going to ghrough my growing pains I was driving in the dark But I was alright I landed on my feet Made in america I was brought up on the
my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home // My imagination is my own, the liberty to speak freely lyrically on the microphone // With a pen in my
in for the ride of my life This perversion gains it's momentum My resistance turns to fear At it's changing face I sold my soul to forces still unknown
'm in for the ride of my life. This perversion gains it's momentum my resistance turns to fear at its changing face. I sold my soul to forces still unknown
hard, runnin' your mouth Get erased, my nigga (my nigga) Look here: I leave no trace, my nigga (my nigga) No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga (my
Erin, erin, erin! Erin across america Do now cheer me on Can't you hear the song for you? Quick, now - caramel dip Give it up to the runaway ship Hail
'm on for the ride of my life. This perversion gains it's momentum my resistance turns to fear at its changing face. I sold my soul to forces still unknown
back, I hope he's with your mother, With my hustlers high in my trap (lemme put you on game) I hope you die in his trash, I can't help it all you hear
