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My mind is a runway lately
And you are my run-away
My mind is a runway lately
And you are my run-away
They call us the shy kids
A little bit blinded, but they never cared
But youâre my run-away baby
I always leave you, shaking
VERSE 1:
Tainted armor, life full of karma
Runway lights fall brightly upon us
Stoners and goners spending life in a corner
Attached to a cellphone charger
Itâs broken, ainât no fathers
Houses empty back to the charters
If it kills you, it makes you larger
Whatever donât crush you makes you harder
No Harvard still got honors
Whoâs letting all these devils harm us
It makes me feel why bother?
Iâd rather chase around light green dollars
Iâm being honest
Death to the Tupacâs birth to the Gagaâs
Bye to the morals, hi to the Pradaâs
Itâs the truth, itâs a muh fuckinâ problem
My mind is a runway lately
And you are my run-away
My mind is a runway lately
And you are my run-away
They call us the shy kidz
A little bit blinded, but they never cared
But youâre my run-away baby
I always leave you, shaking
VERSE 2:
Recently Iâve been scared of the clock
Blind to the facts so why would I watch?
Speeding around without having to stop
And no friends to share my passenger spot
Messing around, and it happens a lot
Guns in the drawer but the cabinetâs locked
I ainât talkinâ âbout crackinâ a Scotch
When I say I thought about having a shot
Through my story I babel and jot
Hoping to one day unravel the plot
Guilty as charged on a passionate block
While surrounded by these un-passionate cops
Ainât no drugs though, ainât no sluts hoes
Just a young kid who ainât feel no love yo
I donât do the scene, âcause I feel Iâm above those
Models and bottles and runways club shows
My mind is a runway lately
And you are my run-away
My mind is a runway lately
And you are my run-away
They call us the shy kidz
A little bit blinded, but they never cared
But youâre my run-away baby
I always leave you, shaking
I hope that no one could ever take, a day from me
These thoughts will leave me lying awake, patiently
My mind is a runway lately
And you are my run-away
My mind is a runway lately
And you are my run-away
They call us the shy kidz
A little bit blinded, but they never cared
But youâre my run-away baby
I always leave you, shaking