RUNAROUND

Hmm, TuffLuck
Chandler
Run around, run around, run around, run around, run around, run around, run around, run around
Gave that man the run around
Pennywise motherfucker
He's a damn clown
Ask so many goddamn questions
Had the homie with me so we gave him two up-downs
Don't ask for more than you earn
You ain't workin' anyway
Puttin' hours in the couch
Jon Favreau
I was cookin' all day
Chef'd up
Big boy
Three X tucked in the Wrangler
Fuck
Me and TuffLuck couldn't give one
Big buck hunters, but it is not a game
We are not playing
Hopped off the stage
Got on the plane
Feel like Anderson in 2016
Do not fuck with my name
Stay in your lane
You ain't got nothin' to say
I can see it in your frame
That you don't say it with your chest
So everything you say is dumb
Me and Lucky goin' dumb
Me and Kyle goin' dumb and
Virginia goin' dumb
Beat the beat until it's numb
Novocaine flow, I'm sharp
Instrumental get a fuckin' blow dart like
At the neck
This is not even our best
This is just me doin' stretches
In your face and swingin' necklace
Imma leave em' that way
Breathless
Run around, run around, run around, run around, run around, run around, run around, run around
Run around
Something I like to do
Lil run around
Lil run around