RUN - XXXTentacion

Yeah, I’m a creative genius

And there’s no other way to word it

I know you’re not supposed to say that about yourself

And I say things the wrong way a lot of times

But my intention is always positive

«You're… you’re a genius, you really are

You’re a genius»

I know

Run my, run my, run my head

Run my, run my, run my head

Run my, run my, run my head

Run my, run my, run my head

Ohhhhhhh

Run my, run my, run my head

Run my, run my, run my head

Run my, run my, run my head

Run my, run my, run my head

Ohhhhhhh

Black ski, gold teeth

Goatee, fingerless

Blasphemous, wrists are slit

I kissed the bitch

Blood on my lips

Cold as shit

He scarred the bitch

I grabbed her bra, and tell her she can

She can, she can

Run my, run my, run my head, yeah

Run my, run my, run my head

Run my, run my, run my head

Run my, run my, run my head

Oh no…