Runnin' - Cal Scruby

I got dreams of selling out the Fillmore

Number one on Billboard’s

Count a hundred thousand on the bed and there’s still more

Tell myself I gotta get my mind right and chill more

But the bills say I gotta kill more so line 'em up

I’m drinking straight from the bottle, I couldn’t find a cup

I watched the second hand ticking until the time was up

The time is now, I’m riding 'round with cameras on

A nice night, the lights bright, the candles glowing

The wick burnin', I sip bourbon, the whip turning

They try flipping the script, they only flip burgers

They don’t concern us, to each his own

I’m reaching high, they reaching out, they always leeching on

This here a sermon, yeah, I’m preaching on

They yellin' Amen

And I’m just wishing I could save them

Driving down the road, I’m the Rolls in the pavement

House in the hills, but a house ain’t a home if it’s vacant

It’s vacant…

It’s vacant

I know you wanna get away

I know you wanna get away

Tell me, what are you running from?

Tell me, what are you waiting for?

Don’t you know that it’s coming?

Don’t you know that it’s coming?

I go so deep in my mind, I don’t know when I’ll surface

Take a breath, head first into something uncertain

Searching for gold, threw this away like I knew this was old

The temperature perfect, the verses are cold

Imagine that, came back with something that’s brand new

If you don’t stand up, how they gonna understand you?

Cause they all brainwashed, this music the shampoo

(I'm) Head and Shoulders above 'em, I can’t lose

Man, to be the one chosen is something you can’t choose (can't choose)

You gotta play the hand that you’re dealt

You gotta start counting your blessings instead of your wealth

And if you try to make a change, you better start with yourself

And stop running…

Stop running

I know you wanna get away

I know you wanna get away

Tell me, what are you running from?

Tell me, what are you waiting for?

Don’t you know that it’s coming?

Don’t you know that it’s coming?