RUN TOO

[Intro: Doctur Dot & Johnny Venus]

Yo, more lighter flicks

More lighter flicks

We well acquainted at this, we well acquainted at this point, haha

This our first date

Well acquainted, ooh

Aight, let's do this shit

Oh shit

Yeah, yeah

Dropped my phone, dropped my phone

[Verse 1: Doctur Dot]

Uh, I must be one of the lucky ones, graded

So-so credit, live life lightheaded

I'm the madness to the method, man

From a place without no Wu-Tang Clan

But we got Ku Klux Klans all up through there, hustle all we do here

Tryna makе it shake 'til it's poppin' like a root beer

Made this in a lеap year, next year I'll be nuclear

Hella high falutin', hotboxin' two stories, I don't give a fuck 'bout who here

Always been the underdog, it's over for that bullshit

Born with the skillset, built up the toolkit

Got the pocket presence, it's a breeze on some through shit

Hate when niggas talk but when they see you, they don't do shit

I'm a simple man but even that can be confusing

Always said my checkered past would have 'em jumpin' to conclusions

Can't have nobody around me that ain't makin' contributions

All I do is run, get high, fuck and make music

[Chorus: Ari Lennox]

Ooh, what a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is

Who can I, who can I open up to?

What a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is

Who can I, who can I open up to?

[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]

I'm tired of niggas, tired of motherfuckers underachievin'

Scared of they greatness, wastin' they breathin'

Spoilin' blessings, pissin' they chances down the drain

Sittin' on they hands and wonderin' why they situation ain't changed

I'm tired of crackers, I'm tired of dealin' wit' you racist bastards

Salty asses, can't focus on nothin' else but me

I'm tired of haters frightened 'bout somethin' I'ma be

'Cause my purpose got you feelin' worthless, now we enemies

I'm tired of sleepin', tired of creepin', tired of hoes

Tired of hot ass summers with crooked cops on patrol

Shawty tryna do her best, said she slide down this pole

But she see my mind on, I'm all alone

So who can I open up to? Probably this bottle

This sack of weed, it talks to me

We eye to eye, we knee to knee

Prayin' for some shit, ain't sure if it exists, huh

Yeah, we lucky if we wind up with a loyal bitch

Yeah, we slide out our moms, how quickly we forget

Here, surrounded by lies and plastic like a zip

Here, hope you ain't got this image of me in your head

The chosen son, the one you meet after you dead

The holy one, no blemish, not a stain on this linen

Picture perfect, perfect image, nigga, that ain't how I'm livin'

Nigga that ain't how I'm livin'

So go on, put your fingers in the sky for the sinners

[Chorus: Ari Lennox]

Ooh, what a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is

Who can I, who can I open up to?

What a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is

Who can I, who can I open up to?

To, what a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is (I, I, I wanna know)

Who can I, who can I open up to?

Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh