and blue once again Black and blue once again Black and blue Run, run, run Why don't you walk away? Abusive husbands A childhood lost Betrayed Run, run, run
and blue once again, black and blue once again, black and blue Run, run, run, why don't you walk away, abusive husbands, a childhood lost, betrayed, run, run, run
Oversættelse: Ignite. Kør.
black and blue once again, black and blue once again, black and blue Run, run, run, why don't you walk away, abusive husbands, a childhood lost, betrayed, run, run, run
hold me Our lips must always be sealed The night has reached its end We can't pretend We must run, we must run It's time to run Take us away from here
can't feel it I can't feel it Must've found a way out my back door Must've run away out my back door Because it's gone, gone, gone So I run into the
In a the club them want flex with us To get next to us Them cah vex with us From the day me born Jah ignite me flame Gal a call me name and it's me
Lucifer's angel Fly away, fly away Run away, run away Hide away, hide away Lucifer's angel Fly away, fly away Run away, run away Hide away, hide away
take ya heads (Killa Queens, killa, killa Queens) Queens be the vets (Killa Queens, killa, killa Queens) I'ma blaze y'all niggas and represent Queens Run
ya ass, but it might hurt yo ass To come trippin', find dirty got the perfect stash The perfect gat, left in ya ass thought I would run Laughin' at them
you why I would die for you Let me light up the sky Light it up for you Let me make this mine I'll ignite for you I'll ignite for you Let me light
' around my gat straight hummin' Hummin', comin' at ya Yeah, ya know I had to gatt ya Time for some action, just a fraction of friction I got the clearance, to run
gonna drop it at a higher level 'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down Hand out some beat-downs Cold runna train on punk ho's that Think they run the game
around I got ya humming Humming coming at ya, then you know I had to gat ya Time for some action just a fraction of friction I got the clearance to run
You get up every morning at the sound of the bell You get to work late and the boss man's giving you hell Till you're out on a midnight run Losing
Yeahh... Jets Fool, Pilot Talk Nigga, Everybody around this bitch got money, We ain't never gon run outta weed, yeah, look up [VERSE 1] Hollow a mountain
Considering my position my opposition Gave me lots of vision In pots I'm pissing Still niggas try to make me missing I christen the dead Run with killers
