Yeah, I'm a creative genius And there's no other way to word it I know you're not supposed to say that about yourself And I say things the wrong way a lot of times But my intention is always positive You're, you're a genius, you really are You're a genius I know
Run, run, run my head Run, run, run my head Run, run, run my head Run, run, run my head Oh Run, run, run my head Run, run, run my head Run, run, run my head Run, run, run my head Oh
Black ski, gold teeth Goatee, fingerless Blasphemous, wrists are slit I kissed the bitch Blood on my lips Holy shit, he scarred the bitch I grabbed her bra, and tell her she can She can, she can
Run, run, run my head Run, run, run my head Run, run, run my head Run, run, run my head Oh no
