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[00:12.87]Runaways unravel through the ages
[00:14.76]To an uptick in unexplained cattle mutilations
[00:17.36]I pack light, prowling past Xanadu surveillance
[00:20.07]With a can of paint, and cat who bring her daddy home cicadas
[00:22.95]The mayor of Thataway, I peel off with the gas nozzle
[00:25.57]Steering with my knees, bedazzling the atlatl
[00:28.12]With my hands, brick on the pedal, kick in the pants
[00:31.09]Park the Plymouth in your kitchen with a list of demands
[00:33.63]By the time they run the VIN, I've been a blip on the lam
[00:36.36]If I'm lucky I can run, 'til I forget who I am
[00:38.95]I'm the running man of Go street, never known cold feet
[00:41.88]Age 6 learned to take a piss running full speed
[00:44.93]Outran answering to others
[00:47.33]While the cancerous among us stand hands on buzzers
[00:49.95]Hucksters, that's why whether clawing through the woodlands
[00:52.61]Or called to defend Brooklyn, I always be lookin'... out
[00:56.09]Out, out, out, out, out, out
[01:01.28]Out, out, out, out, out, out
[01:06.42]My other name changes every other day
[01:09.33]It ain't that other other name
[01:10.92]Money, I'm a runaway
[01:17.22]Runaways at home in every armpit
[01:20.20]Since a moment after hell report a stolen Helm of Darkness
[01:22.81]No Auntie Em vignetted yelling hello from the heartsick
[01:25.44]Only vendors from the belly selling necklaces of garlic
[01:28.07]I ain't neck and neck with nothing son
[01:30.15]I'm not the neck and neck type
[01:31.22]I don't even know what roses smell like
[01:33.02]Left right, I don't even slow to wave let alone stay tuned
[01:36.58]Let alone entertain grace in your escape room
[01:39.20]Pack a lunch, all they got is rubber worms
[01:42.01]And stuff that doesn't cut it for the tentacles of mother earth
[01:44.64]Barefoot, running with the butterflies and hummingbirds
[01:47.37]First to gut a Philly on the covershot of Runner's World
[01:50.26]I don't catch up at the Peach Pit
[01:52.89]I'm at peace when the animated wheel of feet spin
[01:55.43]Still, notice whether waltzing out the bullpen
[01:58.19]Or tossing the couch cushions
[01:59.78]I always be lookin'... out
[02:01.86]Out, out, out, out, out, out
[02:06.54]Out, out, out, out, out, out
[02:11.64]My other name isn't what my mother claim
[02:14.54]It's something something what's his face
[02:16.38]Money I'm a runaway
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