[Hook]

Something makes me run from nothing

Fucked up more than once and

Cleanin’ off my slate before I run again

[Verse 1: Carter]

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 tangable

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

[Verse 2: Carter]

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

(Bridge)

It’s 5 AM

And she knows