Aer - Run Again
Something makes me run from nothing,
Fucked up more than once and,
Cleanin? off my slate before i run again
You couldn?t call me a saint, you?ll have to call me a sinner,
Comitting bigger, than 21 saying ?winner winner chicken dinner,?
I can?t get civil, filled with evil, evil,
Travels in messages from owls and eagles,
No flowers so freedom, yeah,
I?ve done wrong, i?ve fucked up,
Can?t take it back but i gotta face it with my fucking hands up,
Her hate attack is tangible,
Gimme one good reason i shouldn?t walk on out that door
And count that cash that could be caught without your walk upon my chest,
I?m not, here
Not givin? up some love is like a gun in my waistline,
Safety off, got nowhere to be so i make everything take time,
Everything remains fine, everyone runnin down their pre determined paths while i make my own, exploration around the world,
Flown, to another destination, another girl,
Never been that shiver down your little ass spine,
Always been that plane of kush and a glass from the best vine
It?s 5 am,
And she knows.
Letras Aer