Run Away
• Written by Enninar
VERSE 1:
I'm so fucking cold, I could knock out every fool
by cold I mean I rock with all my fans around me too
everywhere I go, they perform CPU, 'cause I make
bitches pass out more than you can and will ever do
you 'bout to get paid to, fucking shout your mouth fool
before I hand you a mouthful of needles and plan
your funeral, I got high potential, that's why they say
I'll blow up quicker and make much more noise than Beirut
yeah I'm the pursuit, I'm performing pain withdrawal
and doing song deposition, giving you a clue of what
I went through in a vivid image, maybe every six to ten days
the clouds were grey, and had my head down while I walked
in the rain, going my way, would faint head-first onto the pillow
had a body waterfall spewing down my eye holes, sometimes
I would go in fight or flight mode, grades were so low they'd
be the first to reach the Earth's core, I remember back when
I got mama's pissed off vocals clear, so I'd run up to
my room and make the pillow soaked in tears, and ask
myself if life is still worth living after what I suffered,
I was little so I could not have known better,
I don't think it would be ideal for me to snap,
like the mouth of a croc' and burn my path with this
mad thought, like sometimes I lost track, I always got racked,
I call my Eczema a boomerang, I throw, it just comes back
like a projectile, fucking gets me wrecked and trippin', my skin was so rough
and dry I was almost reptilian, there was a voice in my head, said I
was better off dead, end myself with a lead, depression
really got me tucked under a shed, wished I would vanish and wouldn't be seen
in a way that I was tool for a trick by Harry Houdini or disappear out of thin
fucking air like Sherri Papini, or rather be gone in a click in a finger
like Thanos and open eyes in a realm where everything is white colours
the cogs in my head are broke like they in a drought,
With that I gaze around my surroundings with a surprisingly open mouth,
then just atop the clouds, they made a way for the light of the sun to glare
right at the ground and over my frown
OUTRO:
Alright fuck it I'm getting tired
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About the Artist
Enninar
Member since August 19 2024