Hand on the stove just to prove to you
ON the run
On the one
Put myself so low
Boi with a gun
With a gun
When Dusse's all on my tongue I float around with unnecessary evil
I put my hand on the stove just to prove to you that I was anemic
Just a boy with a gun
Just a boy with a gun
Just don't compare me to Jesus
I'm the boy on the run
In New York on the one train on my way to Lincoln
Feel like I'm living my life in the belly of the beast
Doves cry and their tears they fall on top of me
Sometimes I wanna just blow reality up
But it's all I know.
All I know
When you say I'm not shit I float around with unnecessary people
I put myself so low just to prove to you that you were my equal
Just a boy with a gun
Just a boy with a gun
I'm not shooting at my demons
I'm the boy on the run
I'm the boy on the run and you know I got my nina
Feel like I'm living my life in the belly of the beast
Doves cry and their tears they fall on top of me
Sometimes I wanna just blow reality up
But it's all I know.
All I know
