Running Through the Town

I was running through the town, when the tunes came on I had to bang my head against the wall I took another hit, now I'm worse off cause A little bit of this makes idiots We're running out of time, to reinvent my psyche And I'm the one who picked this road, so Put me down If you feel I'm not real When I test my idioms on you What's that sound Making my head bang on again Make me lose control Feel like I can lose my soul To anyone who gives me cold shoulders Like boulders, I'm stronger when pushed over, so Take me down with you Take me into the zoo Behave like animals, irrationel I'm banging 'till I'm breaking through Cause I'm feeling a groove I wanna dance to I was running through the town, when the tunes came on I had to bang my head against the wall I took another hit, now I'm worse off cause A little bit of this makes idiots We're running out of time, to reinvent my psyche And I'm the one who picked this road, so 86 My revelation, extradite my love Cause this ain't a quick vocation I really gotta know Are you craving for relations, out of my control I gotta get away now I really gotta go Realise what's now become of the dark I really gotta know Everyone will do you dirty, so I really gotta go Fix up, on junk Real stuck, in the mood Can't rock me, I'm throwing in with Jesus, O'reily, can't you see I'm on it, and it's gotta be controlled Ever since man came trapping around the clock I was wishing for to chainz' dm's, and the luck Can't switch on me, he's always been the greedy Big fat bread on my patek It's not too god, to wish for the most I'm tryna make myself cope With the enemies, I'm destined to grow But fuck all the shit It's better being broke in this shithole I was running through the town, when the tunes came on I had to bang my head against the wall I took another hit, now I'm worse off cause A little bit of this makes idiots We're running out of time, to reinvent my psyche And I'm the one who picked this road, so I was running through the town, when the tunes came on I had to bang my head against the wall I took another hit, now I'm worse off cause A little bit of this makes idiots We're running out of time, to reinvent my psyche And I'm the one who picked this road, so Fix up, on junk Real stuck, in the mood Can't rock me, I'm throwing in with Jesus, Mezsiah Mezsiah Mezsiah