| I’m thinking we can talk this face to face
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| Moving a little fast, so down the pace
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| But you don’t know the half of it
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| Run me down and think that I’m just fumbling
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| You don’t even know that I been struggling
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| You don’t even know that I been running, babe
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| Can you catch me babe, when I’m stumbling?
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| I don’t even know what you been going thru
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| Can’t you keep it real and just stop playing, babe?
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| What you saying, babe? |
| I been praying, babe
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| Run around, run around (Ayy)
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| Run around, run around (Yeah)
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| Run around, run around (Know I’m running)
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| Run around, run around
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| My old lady actin' different on some fuck shit
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| I can’t even turn up at the function
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| Drunk minds, sober thoughts, okay, we talking
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| Three in the morning, all I hear is dogs barking
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| Gnarles Barkley, boxing a dozen
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| I’m off with your uncle in Nashville, just bought a puppy, yeah
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| Still on tour, I could go for a cuddle
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| Little Nicky taking summers off, switching her numbers
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| I’m in George town, yeah, missing in action
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| With Hakibo sipping rum and Coke, discussing our passion
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| Cussing reactions on highways, zooming and swervin'
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| I’m losing my focus, let God take it, I gave him the token
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| I been out the country (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Things ain’t nothing like before
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| Now you’re making moves without me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| And I hate to see it go
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| Run around, run around (Ayy)
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| Run around, run around (Yeah)
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| Run around, run around (Know I’m running)
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| Run around, run around |