running back (pt. 2)

brotha lynch hung

stuck in my past

'bout to relapse

i keep runnin' back to you

i tried to refrain

but your nectar's so sweet and savory

i keep runnin' back to you

i used to shoot at 'em with the homies out the six-four drop

didn't never leave a witness

ain't no callin' the cops

i had a knot in my pocket

i was ready to rock it

had dino in the back seat

g-smoove in the cockpit

i got it locked

niggas about to need 'em a locksmith

they knew they couldn't fuck with me

they just wanted to talk shit

but i don't have it

let 'em have it

it's a habit

hit 'em right in the breadbasket

somebody better call a casket

i'm toxic

poison like these newport cigarettes

i'm smokin' on in the corner like a black al capone

i could call it

it could happen

i'm the captain

hang his head up in the rafters then come back and get the transfer

i was always in the backseat swervin'

higher than michael irvin

this shit wasn't workin'

i was thirty thinkin' back when i was twenty

never thinkin' 'bout the money

that's funny

'cause i was

stuck in my past

'bout to relapse

i keep runnin' back to you

i tried to refrain

but your nectar's so sweet and savory

i keep runnin' back to you

back in the day i used to cut 'em and gut 'em and wrap 'em up

put they lyrics in a bag

get a lighter and light it up

caught the bus just to go to your school

i was a nut

any bag a nigga had i was ready to put it up

i was all about the rappin'

my niggas was wanted

but

i wasn't married to the music

but i had an engagement comin' up

so i gotta find the rappers i want and tie 'em up

'til they sign the dotted line and then battle me for the bucks

i used to let them rap and eat 'em up

put 'em in a dark black sack then ship 'em off

i get the call when i'm at that with the hatchet

if you got the skills let me show you you really soft

rappers in a circle like meat in a meat truck

it reminds me of a barbeque pit when it lights up

after i eat every rapper in the place and night's up

grr

'cause i was

stuck in my past

'bout to relapse

i keep runnin' back to you

i tried to refrain

but your nectar's so sweet and savory

i keep runnin' back to you

oh-oh

oh-whoa

oh-whoa-oh-oh

oh-oh-oh

oh-oh-oh-oh

oh-whoa

oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh

oh-ohh

oh-whoa

stuck in my past

'bout to relapse

oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

stuck in my past

'bout to relapse

oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh

runnin' back to you

oh whoa

oh-oh

whoa-oh

whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

oh whoa

oh-oh

whoa-oh

oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

stuck in my past

'bout to relapse

stuck in my past

'bout to relapse

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