Runaway - Koins

I’m a runaway to the front of wait

I’m a runaway

Im a run my way to the front of wait

Yo man fuck this race

Yo man fuck all race

We all human wait

We are not the same

You and I mood swings

Suicide new days

Scrutinized truth stings

Who am I around

Suit in ties in town

Now disguised as clowns

I am upside down

Brainstorm, make a cloud

Apple ain’t got shit on me now

Im a travel far have battle with scar and Jafar

Thats a metaphor for anybody that want war don’t you act up toward anybody that

I know ever since Nintendo ever since my first breath ever since we first met

ever since I first spit ever since you heard this

Ever since words exist better yet ever since

Whenever the earth first spinned

Wind and fire merg

All my chakras are aligned

I see the world through my third eye

Until my dick wants to say hi

Excuse me miss

I am not Chris brown

But I will beat that pussy up

Oh damn I’m on my rapper shit

I’m a step-dad all these kids

I got it with my wrist

Really god is on my wrist

Clouds roll in I’m high off life

Pounds of Kush a decent price

Thirsty threatening me at night

All these bitches need a sprite

I’m trying to fucking practice bitch

What makes you think I slang dat shit!

Fuck!

white I’m trying to tan my skin

You Tryna knock me off my balance beam

Heavy rain over the Koolaus

My backyard like a forest now

How the wind blow my chorus sound

If she get low I’ll go to town

Driving far I light cigars

Full of weed

This shit is not new to me

My life in bars a metaphor

Lucky me I never knew those streets

That they depict

In all my favorite hits

From over here

To overseas

I’m over here to over see

What you hear is what I see

See we don’t need no biased brochures here

Can we both agree

Dope & fiends

Coke & weed tropical

Hoes down to go at 3

She don’t blow for free gotta pay the rent and she still lives at home

It cost to much to move out

And she don’t want to be alone

Plus how would she afford all that glamor she brag she own

All that dior and bougie clothes

Bottle service these groupie hoes

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I’m a runaway to the front of wait

I’m a runaway