Lyrics

Running from the guns Point and shoot We used to played up on the playground Running from the guns Who thought Hardest part would be for me to stay down Running from the gun Breaks my heart If you decide to fly away now Running from the guns I am Running from the guns I make the devil mad Dancing with you All the angels lookin jealous Cause ya halo is hoops Hoverin over your shoulders Wings usually is folded I'm not used to extending them To tell you the truth Pull me off the wall, growing my roots Sheesh What I'm running from Following suit We needed more distance, so they wouldn't pursue Cuz up here, I'm making icarus envious too Of my soles And wings And freedoms And the songs They'll sing When I see em Moving on my own Put the dreaming aside Everybody on the porch Looked up to the sky Friends getting mad But before they knew Suddenly My niggas start lifting up too Through the clouds Brown shoulders, broke right on through With eyes watching god My heart stays on Running from the guns Point and shoot We used to played up on the playground Running from the guns Who thought Hardest part would be for me to stay down Running from the gun Breaks my heart If you decide to fly away now Running from the guns I am Running from the guns I saw that boy Then I saw his soles Wondering what songs this canary holds Glad he off the wall And his wings unfold Whole block gone cheer when he makes it home Holding heavy heart really makes it worse Til we found the only way for us to lift that curse If we run to a place where they know our worth Sun talked Said it's not my last day on earth Hurry up It's across the ridge! My gramps wants to fly So I scratch that itch And if Niggas crying Wit they arms raised That should imply that I'm in this bitch Nights on the car hood Layed out Crucified Grew much more From the love you provide Standing on staged Hold back All teary eyed Looking at my niggas Like glad all of you survived We can make that work Know you was tripping in Being locked to the earth Worry later No time for us to focus on what's past tense And besides Our problems Getting over that fence So lock both your hands Act like you been known Setting off fireworks You know my kinfolks 12 round the corner They judging our sins hoe Once your feet hit that gravel Nigga just run! Running from the guns Point and shoot We used to played up on the playground Running from the guns Who thought Hardest part would be for me to stay down Running from the gun Breaks my heart If you decide to fly away now Running from the guns I am Running from the guns
Writer(s): Mckinley Dixon, Sam Koff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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