Runaway - Intellectual

[Chorus]

I been losing track of time, ayy

There might be an issue cause i'm always high, ayy

Driving nowhere just to run away

Stayin' up late, bitch i'm counting up this guap

Totin' AKs, I could blow off my own top

I get the guap and I might run away

I really wanna fucking run away

Somewhere I cannot say, 100 miles per hour

Right down the highway, this drama drag me down

Sorry baby but I have to cut you off now

You be noisy getting in the way of guap now

I cannot love, any thottie that I know

Guardian angel, make sure I don't OD blow

I'm getting bricks for the low low

I'm talkin shit, that's a low blow

Don't come up unless its bread talk

She got that pussy just want head shots

While I think bout girls I done lost

Pretty far from my dreams, so I be seeming