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runaway - hoodzilla lyrics

[intro]
(yo b, go outside for once)

[chorus]
too much, plate on the table
with a tale in the fable and he got incapable
so he runaway, ‘cos that’s sh*t he knew
when everything’s blew, and nothing came through
too much, plate on the table
with a tale in the fable and he got incapable
so he runaway
he runaway
he runaway, b*tch
he runaway

[verse 1]
i’mma telling story ’bout wasted potential
he’d be running, but he gonna f*cked his ankle
homie counting, but the pressure’s kinda amplе
he’d be dreaming, though this sh*t’s too much to handlе
first, he the first son, in his hometown
in the past, he’s the most gone, he the lost one
aiming big, but he’s going mental (uh)
dreaming big, but he’s going meltdown (uh)
and he be, thinking that he’d be, gonna living leisurely
but he never be, living life that he, fantasy
chronically, he’s f*cking lost cause (huh)
homie calling up “you can’t save him bruh”
and he like
“f*ck off with your f*cking modesty”
“you should live really, put the mask off me”
honestly
two sides of penny, all of this is me
i’d be telling me that it’s just*
[chorus]
too much, plate on the table
with a tale in the fable and he got incapable
so he runaway, ‘cos that’s sh*t he knew
when everything’s blew, and nothing came through
too much, plate on the table
with a tale in the fable and he got incapable
so he runaway
he runaway
he runaway, b*tch
he runaway

[verse 2]
(you know, sometimes i do feel like a f*cking piece of sh*t that no one would even bothered to looked at)
(thrashed and scattered like a godd*mn*)
t*rd in the mud, or book to a blind
bark but no bite, or a mic to a mime
sh*t’s been wasting in the wasteland
but a taste of a success still in my tongue though i
(shouldn’t rest) this is a contest
(it’s a test) my competitiveness
(but do god bless?) am i content or competent?
(should i throw my life away doing mary jane?)
should i gave myself away getting baggy chain?
should i let myself betray all dreams i had then?
(should i? would i? could i?) let it go man
wave a white flag ‘cos it’s just*
[chorus]
too much, plate on the table
with a tale in the fable and he got incapable
so he runaway, ‘cos that’s sh*t he knew
when everything’s blew, and nothing came through
too much, plate on the table
with a tale in the fable and he got incapable
so he runaway
he runaway
he runaway, b*tch
he runaway

- hoodzilla lyrics

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