CHORUS: My mind is a runway lately/ and you are my run-away/ my mind is a runway lately/ and you are my run-away/ they call us the shy kidz/ a little bit blinded, but they never cared/ but you’re my run-away baby/ i always leave you, shaking/
VERSE 1: Tainted armor, life full of karma/ runway lights fall brightly upon us/ stoners and goners spending life in a corner/ attached to a cellphone charger/ It’s broken, ain’t no fathers/ houses empty back to the charters/ If it kills you, it makes you larger/ whatever don’t crush you makes you harder/ no Harvard still got honors/ who’s letting all these devils harm us/ it makes me feel why bother?/ I’d rather chase around light green dollars/ I’m being honest/ death to the Tupac’s birth to the Gaga’s/ bye to the morals, hi to the Prada’s/ It’s the truth, it’s a muh fuckin’ problem/
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VERSE 2: Recently I’ve been scared of the clock/ blind to the facts so why would I watch?/ speeding around without having to stop/ and no friends to share my passenger spot/ Messing around, and it happens a lot/ guns in the drawer but the cabinet’s locked/ I ain’t talkin’ ’bout crackin’ a Scotch/ when I say I thought about having a shot/ through my story I babel and jot/ hoping to one day unravel the plot/ guilty as charged on a passionate block/ while surrounded by these un-passionate cops/ ain’t no drugs though, ain’t no sluts hoes/ just a young kid who ain’t feel no love yo/ I don’t do the scene, ’cause I feel I’m above those/ models and bottles and runways club shows/
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BRIDGE: I hope that no one could ever take, a day from me/ these thoughts will leave me lying awake, patiently/