Lyrics Run/An Island - ScHoolboy Q , Ne-Yo

Breathing [?] in my system
Watching your body hypnotize me from your rhythm
Put that thing up in my kitchen
See your body type′s the carry on tradition
You and jeans open doors, key, keys to a Porsche
Shawty get a buzz
Shawty get a buzz from
Indent relationships
Shawty sexing flesh, hips, thighs and her breasts made to get ya
She bad enough to make you write her number on the back of your girlfriend's picture
She got a walk like she stalking prey
Them killer curves and that pretty face
And she gon′ make you do what you say
Licking them lips, swinging them hips as she walk your way
Better run, run for your life
You better run, run for your life
Shawty gave a thrill
Shawty gave a thrill from making me beg
Set 'em up, turn 'em out, knock ′em down, it′s just that simple
Shawty make love like a drug or a shotgun straight to the temple
Hips movin' yo ass pokin′, your neck breaking
Dress stretching, eyes sparkling, you a breath taker
Heart stopper, need a chart topper
Groovy Q meets Big Pimpin'
St. Laurent for your Spring clothes
Red bottoms, you need those
All the things I do for you, oh
Got a private jet for two, oh
Yeah we taking off or we can land in Rome
Put a wet one out the roof
All the things I do for you
How these pearls come out the roof
God built you like a temple
How your body drive me schizo
Drowning in a sea of groupies, buckets and scallywags. clinging to sanity by a thread, suffocating, when suddenly he spots her. Sexy and classy attire, very little makeup, weave on point, buying her own damn drinks. And as the that waves keep crashing and attempt to bring my man down, behold sweet salvation. An island, integrity [?]