Bringing me down, I'm running aground Blind in the light of the interstate cars Passing me by, the buses and semis Plunging like stones from a slingshot
Malcolm Everybody got a deal, I did it without one Yeah nigga, I'm about my business Killing all these rappers you would swear I had a hit list Everyone who doubted
running to (That's what I need, baby yeah) Make me a happy home I can come running to (I can come running to) Make me a happy home I can come running
be the reason My Cleveland niggas revolve like dead bodies In Eden leading seeping And I don't wanna rock the pump But I doubt it if I have ta pop the
it be the reason My Cleveland niggas revolve like dead bodies In Eden leading seeping And I don't wanna rock the pump But I doubt it if I have ta pop
but I take care of my child I miss that ass tell God I said pardon me If Your real; He'll forgive me [no doubt] But I ain't crying no more about how
Just give me a second darling to clear my head Just put down those scissors baby on this single bed The sand in the hourglass is running low I came through
home Your mind is not your own Your heart sweats, your body shakes Another kiss is what it takes You can't sleep, you can't eat There's no doubt, you
, it's time for wing clipping I fly like a hawk or better yet, an eagle, a seagull I sniff suckers out like a beagle My ego is off and running and gone
the first name Aston tata head n-ggas get mashed when I'm spazzin' think you f-cking with me put your cash in, nah I doubt I was young and reckless when
cry I'm as close as a prayer And I'm here to deliver Saw you standing on the corner Of the street that turns to doubt What were you doing? Does the running
(lyrics & music by jon secada, clay ostwald & jorge casas) You say we're falling out of love You say we're running out of things to say Don't you think
I switch lanes It feel strange now Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now I got the title from my momma put the whippin on end now Damn shit done changed now Running
've been blind I've been a fool to open up my heart To all that jealousy, that bitterness, that ridicule Saturday I'm running wild And all the lights
it the air, whatever I have left Outlaw, simply, I out draw y'all Whether clubs or the street, I out ball y'all Niggas ain't ready, I doubt all y'all
ends So I'll construct this sound defense We are the prey and culture is the predator I'm running out of time where conditions are positional Shadows of a doubt