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astronautalis - run! lyrics

run! lyrics
[n0bs]
yo, here’s a true story about high school
check it

run

[n0bs]
yo, i jumped out shorty’s window
hit the ground, my d+ck out
pops is coming
running through suburban backyards and my ass struggling
to pull my pants back up while i’m still cumming
so i stopped at the corner, catch my breath
my d+ck’s still in my hand
sh+t, my boxers probably still in her bed
i turn around, there goes pops taking his belt off
right behind him, oh sh+t, it’s camille’s dog
barking his face off, looking like he hungry
he want whiteboy ass, you know the kind that taste funny
i put my feet on boards, back up
kick this b+tch dog straight in its mouth, give my tea a sip, ha
i will not get bagged by this middle class yuppie motherf+cker
cuz of tappin on his daughter’s ass
handled it like a champ, stamped it with no vaseline
backed the track, hopped the neighbor’s fence, jumped off the trampoline
c+ck in my hand, yo i gotta take a sh+t
too short texted me, message said that i’m a pimp
turned around, seeing that buick looking like a black harpo larry
yo this motherf+cker scary
here’s a little word of advice
leave the bird alone if a chick still spends weekends at a summer home
run
if she live at home with papa bear and he plays the porch in his underwear, rocking chair
run
f+ck that, run
her pops hunts, i seen a deer head and a shotgun
run
what you gotta prove though, what she gave you used, yo
i bet her p+ssy probably looks like fool’s gold, run
hop heads in and jump on his lexus
when you hear the front door, f+cking nut just did it
run, f+ck that, run
pops got guns
motherf+cker
[astronautalis]
haha
i’m gonna have to keep my shirt off for this one
let’s go

it was last call tuesday
the ‘tender turned the lights on
shutting up the shop to scare the nighthawks off
and there’s miss h+ll, she look like trouble
propping up her boots was a scotch with a brushed nails
don’t leave nothing unbagged, chase everything
i learned from the ogs, her name’s eveline
bats her eyes one more time, my d+ck might pop out
she’s too sweet, pays my drinks, then we walk out
hail a cab, sit in the back, she don’t wait for the door closed
before she sinks her t++th in my neck
and now we in the kitchen knocking spices off the shelves
her neighbor’s b+tching cuz we making ike and tina sounds
we switch positions, kicking, breaking george foreman grill
my neck is twitching like i was performing for a crowd
i turn around, see her man standing in the doorway
and i don’t think he’s too impressed by my creative foreplay
i’ma try to stand up and pull my pants too
if he don’t k!ll me you gon have to feed me through a d+mn tube
rather dip like a chicken than have this kitchen live or die d+ck it
i’m a strong lover but couldn’t fight a parking ticket
she was out without a ring on her (?) skin
but i’m quicker, hit his eyes were cayenne pepper and run
if her husband just broke out the group home, run
if you’re getting busted with your moves then run
zip up, run, you’re not that strong
you couldn’t fight a cold so get gone and run
blow her a kiss when you dip
there ain’t no second date when her man wants you dead
so run
toss spices, duck butcher knifes and next time
keep your h+rny hands off his wife and run
zip up, run
your shirt and shoes and gun
motherf+cker

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