more running away No more running away No more running away No more running away No more running away No more running away No more running away No more running away No more running
side view mirror vomiting You call 'em windows, I call 'em asbestos lesseners For this wheezing in my chest I'll need more than fucking air fresheners
name muthafuck I'm gunnin' You can put it on skee if you want it I'll air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue And watch them shits sell out like a Air
motherfuck I'm gunnin' You can put it on skee if you want it I'll air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue And watch them shits sell out like a Air Jordon
The radar screen flicks monochrome, air traffic controller wants to get on home, waiting for a phone call to release him from responsibility. Nobody goes to see him any more
the side view mirror vomiting You call 'em windows, I call 'em asbestos lesseners For this wheezing in my chest I'll need more than fucking air fresheners
over the side view mirror vomiting You call 'em windows, I call 'em asbestos lesseners For this wheezing in my chest I'll need more than fucking air fresheners
