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runaway - koins lyrics

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 f-ck this race
yo man f-ck 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 sh-t 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 d-ck wants to say hi
excuse me miss
i am not chris brown
but i will beat that p-ssy up
oh d-mn i’m on my rapper sh-t
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 b-tches need a sprite
i’m trying to f-cking practice b-tch
what makes you think i slang dat sh-t!
f-ck! 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 sh-t 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
c-ke & 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
like
i’m a runaway to the front of wait
i’m a runaway

- koins lyrics

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