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Come through with that one-two one-two Damn fam, is this what shit comes to? Take an eighth to the face I escape to the place Where I drape like a young Rapunzel, carefree What is he trynna tell me What is he trynna sell me aye I see the sounds but can't always interpret them I know my purpose though Move ever purposeful Work till the Earth is cold, Oooo Wonder what he working on, Oooo Wonder if he burnt his tongue Wonder if he burnt his tongue, aye Wonder if he bit his tongue, wonder if he live this long Run, run, run Bitch I'm gonna move Bitch I'm gonna Run, run, run Bitch I'm gonna move Bitch I'm gonna Run, run, run Bitch I'm gonna move Bitch I'm gonna Run, run, run Bitch I'm gonna move Aus Songtexte Mania