[Intuition]
Feet are on the start block, take a lead
I'mma run clockwise see if you'd chase me
Cuz I've tried everything over twice A to Z
Running like it's my last chance, gotta make you see
It's like BANG goes the start gun
Sweet thang take my heart, run, i'll forget what I'm ripped apart from
Long strides look like what they make art from
Engine revving like some brand new spark plugs
I've run away, I've run towards ya
Your silly games could cause a weak man torture
Lose a race and feel my sour milk curdle
Cuz this 100 yard dash ain't supposed to have hurdles girl
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