Lyrics RUN TOO (with Ari Lennox) - Ari Lennox , EARTHGANG
Yo
More
lighter
flicks
(I
need
lighter
flicks)
We
well
acquainted
at
this
We
well
acquainted
at
this
point
(yeah)
Past
first
date
Ooh,
aight,
let's
do
this
shit
Oh,
shit
(Yeah,
ooh,
yeah)
dropped
my
phone,
dropped
my
phone
(Ooh)
uh
I
must
be
one
of
the
lucky
ones
Great
dick,
so-so
credit,
live
life
light,
headed
I'm
the
madness
to
the
method,
man
From
a
place
without
no
Wu-Tang
Clan
But
we
got
Ku
Klux
Klans
all
up
through
there
Hustle
all
we
do
here
Tryna
make
shake
'til
it's
popping
like
a
root
beer
Made
this
in
a
leap
year,
next
year
I'll
be
nuclear
Hella
high
falutin',
hot
boxing
two
stories
I'on
give
a
fuck
'bout
who
here
Always
been
the
underdog
it's
over
for
that
bullshit
Born
with
the
skillset,
built
up
the
toolkit
Got
the
pocket
presence,
it's
a
breeze
on
some
Drew
shit
Hate
when
niggas
talk
but
when
they
see
you
they
don't
do
shit
I'm
a
simple
man
but
even
that
can
be
confusing
Always
said
my
checkered
past
would
have
'em
jumping
to
conclusions
Can't
have
nobody
around
me
that
ain't
making
contributions
All
I
do
is
run,
get
high,
fuck,
and
make
music
(ooh)
What
a
life,
what
a
life,
what
a
life
this
is
Who
can
I,
who
can
I
open
up
to?
What
a
life,
what
a
life,
what
a
life
this
is
Who
can
I,
who
can
I
open
up
to?
I'm
tired
of
niggas
I'm
tired
of
motherfuckers
underachieving
Scared
of
their
greatness,
wasting
their
breathing
Spoiling
blessings
Pissing
they
chances
down
the
drain
Sitting
own
they
hands
and
wondering
why
their
situation
ain't
change
I'm
tired
of
crackers,
I'm
tired
dealing
with
you
racist
bastards
Salty-asses,
can't
focus
on
nothing
else
but
me
I'm
tired
of
haters
frightened
by
something
I'ma
be
'Cause
my
purpose
got
you
feeling
worthless,
now
we
enemies
I'm
tired
of
sleeping,
tired
of
creeping,
tired
of
hoes
Tired
of
hot-ass
summers
with
crooked
cops
on
patrol
Shawty
tryna
do
her
best
as
she
slide
down
this
pole
But
she
see
my
mind
gone,
I'm
all
alone
So
who
can
I
open
up
to?
Prolly
this
bottle
This
sack
of
weed
it
talks
to
me
We
eye
to
eye,
we
knee
to
knee
Praying
for
some
shit
ain't
sure
if
it
exist
Huh,
yeah,
we
lucky
if
we
wind
up
with
a
loyal
bitch
Yeah,
we
slide
out
our
moms,
how
quickly
we
forget
Here
surrounded
by
lies
and
plastic
like
a
zip
here
Hope
you
ain't
got
this
image
of
me
in
your
head
The
chosen
son,
the
one
you
meet
after
you
dead
The
holy
one,
no
blemish,
not
a
stain
on
his
linen
Picture
perfect,
perfect
image
Nigga,
that
ain't
how
I'm
living
Nigga,
that
ain't
how
I'm
living
So
go
on,
put
your
fingers
in
the
sky
for
the
sinners
What
a
life,
what
a
life,
what
a
life
this
is
Who
can
I,
who
can
I
open
up
to?
What
a
life,
what
a
life,
what
a
life
this
is
Who
can
I,
who
can
I
open
up
to?
(To)
What
a
life,
what
a
life,
what
a
life
this
is
(I
wanna
know)
Who
can
I,
who
can
I
open
up
to?
Ooh-ooh,
ooh,
ooh,
ooh,
ooh,
ooh,
ooh
Ooh-ooh,
oh,
ooh
Ooh-ooh,
oh,
ooh
Ooh-ooh
1 THE GLOW
2 GHETTO GODS
3 BILLI (feat. Future)
4 WATERBOYZ (with JID & J. Cole)
5 HEY BOO - Skit
6 AMEN
7 ALL EYES ON ME
8 LIE TO ME
9 JEANS INTERLUDE - Skit
10 BLACK PEARLS (feat. Baby Tate)
11 NEEZY'S WALK (feat. Lynae Vanee)
12 American Horror Story
13 POWER (with CeeLo Green & Nick Cannon)
14 ZAZA - Skit
15 SMOKE SUM
16 STRONG FRIENDS
17 RUN TOO (with Ari Lennox)
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