Look Who's On the Run

Look who's on the run Look who's in the deep end sinking Look who's on the run Look who's in the deep end sinking Five nights of some delicate liquor swimmin' My kind of intelligent thinking women Fly by with the effortless teeth he grinnin' My, my, I ain't messin' with these decisions Ten ply to the wipin' of your shit smirk Send vibes like your guy is just a big jerk Blend rhymes, it's kinda my style He kinda profilin', wild Toad vibrant Smoke haze from the loud pack Broke days are over, no way he roamin' With a cold face and a brown bag And I ain't tryin' to be on nothin' except if we be runnin' No heft when I be stuntin', the weight lifted accordingly This a shapeshifting performance I play frisky and cordial Straight whiskey and orange peels Look who's on the run (Look who's on the run, on the run) Look who's in the deep end sinking (Look who's on the run) Look who's on the run (Look who's on the run, on the run) Look who's in the deep end sinking (Look who's on the run) Down, down, down, down, down I gotta admit, it feels kinda nice Seeing you fuck up like you fucked up my life You thought you'd get away without paying the price But now you got your own concrete paradise, nice You lookin' for a couch to crash Like I owe you shit? Let's play out the math Sixteen months in a house of cards And now you 'bout to start on my last nerve Heartless and ab-surd Run to your master, faster, faster Ain't nothin' natural about a bad disaster Keep off my doorstep, I don't got time to sanitize I love the way you smell the cash burn Like you're the oldest friend, bastard And then you ghost again, Casper You been runnin' a long time, you'll be fine Look who's on the run (Look who's on the run, on the run) Look who's in the deep end sinking (Look who's on the run) Look who's on the run (Look who's on the run, on the run) Look who's in the deep end sinking (Look who's on the run) Look who's on the dance floor wasting away Let 'em rot to the beat It's a skip and a hop to deceased Real opps get the pop to the cheek, fist cock to your teeth Best not catch ya groovin' Rest stop homies probably gas your movements And y'all been speedin' in the right lane While I'm tryin' to stack up like a biplane I can't hear what you're saying Lip locked from the jump Tip-top, shit pop, hip hop in the blood Been the guy, you the vibe of the month Stop that game that you're playing Reset the console Behest the honcho And really gotta jet to the next little set Where'd the time go? Where'd the time go? Look who's on the run (Look who's on the run, on the run) Look who's in the deep end sinking (Look who's on the run) Look who's on the run (Look who's on the run, on the run) Look who's in the deep end trying Flying high and dying (Look who's on the run) Look who's on the run (Look who's on the run) Look who's on the run (On the run) Look who's on the run, hey (Look who's on the run) Look who's on the run (Look who's on the run, on the run) Look who's on the run (Look who's on the run)