On The Run

Lyrics for On The Run

Love is always on the run Forever on the run, forever on the run (on the run) Forever on the run, forever on the run (on the run) Forever on the run, forever on the run (yeah, uh, yeah) Forever on the run, forever on the run (on the run) Forever on the run, forever on the run Yeah, I'm second to none, I kept a gun, but I need an extra one (yeah) Strolling chopper in the F1 (fake shit) Uh, strolling chopper in the F1, work the rev and run (pah, pah, pah) I pray there's a heaven for thugs and they let us up Iceberg sweaters when you let us up Everything the big homie said register But we still lift the register Case in point, before we take a coin, first case to joint Catch him up early with a cup of taste, it's choice Duck tape his face, he ain't make noise Can't make the neighbors annoyed If so, I'm takin' all forty gangster points, playboy Try the ostrich slides, I was ostracized Hiding from the five and the blockers, but I'm not cockeyed Cops spied, we robbers in disguise My face live on Fox 5, it's safe to say I'm (Damn) Uh, did my share of dirt, I'm just sharing my hurt Know you heard I got fancy footwork I been turnt, I ain't just pop up with work out the woodwork I'm good with turning paper, you heard I'm a bookworm Uh Yeah, chasers at high speed, fake IDs, last of a dying breed Whoever got beef, we grind meat with the K-9T Can never walk a straight line, baby, that's just not me Uh, I'm on the, forever on the run, forever on the run (on the run) Forever on the run, forever on the run Yeah, I'm second to none, I kept a gun, but I need an extra one Uh, I'm on the, forever on the run, forever on the run Forever on the run, forever on the run Yeah, I'm second to none, I kept a gun, but I need an extra one (okay) Check me out On the run like a snotty nosed kids, I ducked the bed She went brazzy when I slipped in her rim, started to trip Had the Ds go running my bread, looking for John Big said I had a hunnid in cash, but it was gone You'a never catch Pete Nigga, I'm gone, used to make her catch dates in the street Until the morn', how the fuck you gon' turn on me? You smokin' dust, I took care of that bitch-ass kid Your only son, stop fuckin' on my hoes by thirty I ain't the one, you gon' understand it's pimpin', it's real And ain't no love slipped up Started fuckin' on Susan, pussy was good Plus I knew ass NeNe, she really like from the hood But all bitches be the same, you ain't know that kid That's why I be by my lonely and don't trust no bitch That's why I'm still sippin' Odie, hangin' out on Fig, it's worse