100 Yard Dash

[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