This is a song about "Running from love"

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

Blue dixon running shoes hanging from laces,hearts pounding faster when

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

They get no love from me

And its simple as that baby

From ireland but i'll land, running

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

From running past my dungeons

Got racks, ain’t talking tits