Something makes me run from nothing,
Fucked up more than once and,
Cleanin' off my slate before I run again

You couldn't call me a saint, you'll have to call me a sinner,
Comitting bigger, than 21 saying "winner winner chicken dinner,"
I can't get civil, filled with evil, evil,
Travels in messages from owls and eagles,
No flowers so freedom, yeah,
I've done wrong, I've fucked up,
Can't take it back but I gotta face it with my fucking hands up,
Her hate attack is tangible,
Gimme one good reason I shouldn't walk on out that door
And count that cash that could be caught
without your walk upon my chest,
I'm not, here

Not givin' up some love is like a gun in my waistline,
Safety off, got nowhere to be so I make everything take time,
Everything remains fine,
everyone runnin down their pre determined paths
while I make my own, exploration around the world,
Flown, to another destination, another girl,
Never been that shiver down your little ass spine,
Always been that plane of kush and a glass from the best vine

It's 5 am,
And she knows.