RUNAROUND

Hmm, TuffLuck Chandler Run around, run around, run around, run around, run around, run around, run around, run around Gave that man the run around Pennywise motherfucker He's a damn clown Ask so many goddamn questions Had the homie with me so we gave him two up-downs Don't ask for more than you earn You ain't workin' anyway Puttin' hours in the couch Jon Favreau I was cookin' all day Chef'd up Big boy Three X tucked in the Wrangler Fuck Me and TuffLuck couldn't give one Big buck hunters, but it is not a game We are not playing Hopped off the stage Got on the plane Feel like Anderson in 2016 Do not fuck with my name Stay in your lane You ain't got nothin' to say I can see it in your frame That you don't say it with your chest So everything you say is dumb Me and Lucky goin' dumb Me and Kyle goin' dumb and Virginia goin' dumb Beat the beat until it's numb Novocaine flow, I'm sharp Instrumental get a fuckin' blow dart like At the neck This is not even our best This is just me doin' stretches In your face and swingin' necklace Imma leave em' that way Breathless Run around, run around, run around, run around, run around, run around, run around, run around Run around Something I like to do Lil run around Lil run around