Let's Go on the Run (feat. Knox Fortune)

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Hey there, lovely sister

Won't you come home to your mister?

I've got plans to hug and kiss ya

I've got plans to hug and hug and hug you

Let's go on the run (Ooh, ooh)

Let's go on the run

It's time to hit the road

We got one place to go (Ooh, ooh)

Greaseproof, meep-meep, I feel like Road Runner

I get my feet loose

I got that Superman hidden under my jean suit

Sittin', just waitin' for Lois to wanna leave too, me too

I swear we gotta get away anywhere that we can

Just meet me by the water, I'll be there with the sand

And if it goes left, that's according to plan

Sometimes you gotta chuck the wagon off at the bend

She broke up with her boyfriend

The people wanna know what he said

They wanna know the way how

He can break her heart like that

Through it all, I could see someone with personality?

Someone who doesn't think like me

Someone who doesn't feel like me

I wanna run away now

Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo

I wanna run away now

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

(Check, check, check)

Ch-Check it out

Baby, we dippin', tell me who's whippin'

Let's beat the traffic, give it a whippin'

These **** lame

They think they different

With all that extra ass advice but don't nobody listen

Baby, I'll keep it in ice but we don't need a tip in

That's why you passed on open mic when I was only pimpin'

I say we move down to Atlanta, get a big ol' house

With a giant pair of Timbs just to kick folks out

(Get outta here, ain't nobody talkin' to you) (Ooh, ooh)

And be unbothered (Ooh, ooh)

And be unbothered

We'll move farther and farther and farther away (Yeah)

Hey there, lovely sister

Won't you come home to your mister?

I've got plans to hug and kiss ya

I've got plans to hug and hug and hug you

Let's go on the run (Ooh, ooh)

Let's go on the run

It's time to hit the road

We got one place to go (Ooh, ooh)

Ooh, ooh

Don't hyperventilate

Keep the lyric cool like Cole Bennett Lemonade

The boy got aluminum foil on his dinner plate

Lot of matcha and lattes when it's gettin' late

The mattresses can inflate

Walk out like a zombie from the stu' and assimilate

Humans to simulate

Mornin' in bed close the lights and dim the drapes

Always Matt Damon when you come Jimmy Kimmel late

Tryna fill the shoes Nick Cannon wear, rental skates

Piss like urinal cakes

I'm ready, I'm finna take the long ride home like the end of a limo date

Rolled the window down so hard that the window break

And toss out my demo tape

Ooh, ooh