RFTC

[Verse 1] Uh, You got a bag full of paint, a head full of brain No snow, no rain, ain't got no complaint Like you high on that Krylon runnin' through your veins You look like a war vet starin' at them trains It's like you zenned the fuck out Sittin' in the bushes, lettin' all the bugs out One smoke, one beer, when the coast is clear You disappear into your zone, stoned on the fear Lookin' at scarred box cars Focus in and notice one of the ones most fit It's like that one there, has got your name all over it So that one there, is gettin' your name all over it Pull a can of sky blue for the outline Sky for the limits, blue for the down time Nerves at blast, disturbin' the masses of rats with these thin tips and fat caps Thinkin' 'bout your little brother 'Cause he been tryna hit the yard with you all summer It's a good thing that you didn't bring him along 'Cause that's when you saw the flashlights singing this song like [Chorus] Run, run, run these yards Run, run, don't get caught Run, run, every piece understood (I wanna tell 'em you were good on the foot, now) Run, run, run these yards Run, run, don't get caught Run, run, every piece understood (Better believe you ran as fast as you could) [Verse 2] It wasn't fast enough, a simple catch Cornered in the parking lot, hidin' in the trash You heard the footsteps, heart beatin' hard Are you gonna have to fight with a trainyard guard? You stepped out on some "yup, let's start this" Puffin' out your chest like you wasn't in the garbage And that's when the universe stopped for ya Now ya lookin' straight at a uniformed officer What you think, should you run, run And take a chance at gettin' some from his stun gun That ain't one on one, plus he look kinda young The type that might beat your ass just for fun, huh So tell me what the fuck are you supposed to do Already thinkin' about the cuffs holdin' you Already got a few cases over you But then the police man says "no, it's cool" What, where's the punch line? Can't call it Too many paint fumes, musta lost it He handed you your bag and said "Here, I think you dropped this" 'Cause this cop grew up on hip hop (got it) [Chorus] Run, run, run these yards Run, run, don't get caught Run, run, every piece understood (It all depends on where the pieces are put) Run, run, run these yards Run, run, don't get caught Run, run, every piece understood (Now do your thing and make the neighborhood look good)