RUN!

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa] I wanted to see where you would go So I left a light, all alone in the dark I could see your reflection I could see your reflection and I'm coming to get you I wanted to be all that you know So you couldn't see with a [?] I guess you are who you are At least I always know you got that far Where you gonna go? When they're coming to get you Where did you run? Another malcontent I can't last a lot, I lost out again I gain nothing at all, but knowing how to contend Saying nothing was wrong, they're saying down the gin Dream everyone lives inside a perfect world except me Tell me how could that be? I'm a slave to the rhythm of the beat, put the barrel to my body and they tell me move your feet And he said [Hook: Thundercat] Run, run, run Or face this gun, gun, gun Run, run, run Or face this gun, gun, gun [Post-Hook: Vic Mensa] Nobody move Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt You want a war, you're bound to get murked Dance [Bridge: Vic Mensa] And I will let you use me if you want it You will have your movie, pick your star I know you love it in the spotlight, don't you? Don't you? I know you love it in the spotlight, don't you? [Verse 2: Vic Mensa] I know you love when you wake up and go to work And remember that you forgot my name was on your shirt Then you remembered that you fucked last chance you ever had Anyway, too bad, I know that shit gotta hurt I'm an E! True Woodlawn story Internet short, flash gordy, passport sporty boarder Going in a pair of Jordys That boy gone in the air, catch 'em Them New York girls, they like my southside accent Ask if I ain't been killing it a lot Is the INNANET hot? Is the radio pop? Or popped up out of nowhere pulled the plug on they plot Plucking the feathers from the phoenix 'till it's stuck as a rock Now I'm in between myself and a hard place Heartbreak hotel, for me it never goes well At the car chase when my car breaks and my carburetor explodes And I flatline at the same time as my heart rate [Hook: Thundercat] Run, run, run Or face this gun, gun, gun Run, run, run Or face this gun, gun, gun [Post-Hook: Vic Mensa] Nobody move Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt You want a war, you're bound to get murked Dance, Dance