Running Thru My Mind Letra

just count your fucking stars, you're still alive

aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes

I've still got you running through my mind



Stop!

Heyyyyyy

Fuck it

Mayday!

Crazy mother fucker coming at you like an A-K

any which way, but loose- for the throwdown

Mike Capone in 'yo town' shit's about to go down

those clowns- fucking weed hounds, with the brown bud

never get no love, dubs for the slugs

flood the streets and the sewer, baby we just gonna move ya

turn you back into another way of life

living some new shit



ah



push it



push it



good



now you done made me roll up in your neighborhood

with a car load-a- crazy ass- delinquent

no-good, drunk & crunk 'bats in the trunk' kids

baby you've got to be crazy

what's been happening lately?

I haven't seen, or even heard from you in so fucking long

guess we finished what you started

time for mom and dad to mourn mutha fucka



I told you this would fucking happen

don't be so suprised

just count your fucking stars, you're still alive

aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes

I've still got you running through my mind



I told you this would fucking happen

don't be so suprised

just count your fucking stars, you're still alive

aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes

I've still got you running through my mind



Stop!

Hey!

Fuck it

I say...put away the guns, and see who walks away

from the most electrifying ass-whippin'

dippin' through Kentucky, now you should've been lookin'

and I tried to tell you

tried to warn you

soon somebody is bound to mourn you

horns blew

then the trumpets, jumped and stuck on

the melody alone, it should-a told you

move the fuck on

you insisted on hating all along

my patience ran out long before this song

came upon me in a daze

in a faded, clouded maze of chronic

I'll hit you quicker than Gin & fuckin' Tonic, if you want it

my 3 track demo alone's a fuckin' b0mb threat

I'll fuck around and have your record company neglect

everything you started doing

as I ruin with my tunes of fucking doom,

and no illusions, soon the world will beat the boom from the...



I told you this would fucking happen

don't be so suprised

just count your fucking stars, you're still alive

aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes

I've still got you running through my mind



I told you this would fucking happen

don't be so suprised

just count your fucking stars, you're still alive

aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes

I've still got you running through my mind





I'm thinking these fucked up thoughts again

I wish there was a way to make this end

believe in the reasons of me in this grieving

misery-scene of a murder in the first degree

could it be that I'm free to receive you?

in these times of trouble

I freeze, and release you

you're through.





I told you this would fucking happen

don't be so suprised

just count your fucking stars, you're still alive

aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes

I've still got you running through my mind



I told you this would fucking happen

don't be so suprised

just count your fucking stars, you're still alive

aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes

I've still got you running through my mind