Testo Runnin' Cal Scruby

Runnin'

Got dreams...

I got dreams of selling out the Fillmore
Number one on Billboard's
Count a hundred thousand on the bed and there's still more
Tell myself I gotta get my mind right and chill more
But the bills say I gotta kill more so line 'em up
I'm drinking straight from the bottle, I couldn't find a cup
I watched the second hand ticking until the time was up
The time is now, I'm riding 'round with cameras on
A nice night, the lights bright, the candles glowing
The wick burnin', I sip bourbon, the whip turning
They try flipping the script, they only flip burgers
They don't concern us, to each his own
I'm reaching high, they reaching out, they always leeching on
This here a sermon, yeah, I'm preaching on
They yellin' Amen
And I'm just wishing I could save them
Driving down the road, I'm the Rolls in the pavement
House in the hills, but a house ain't a home if it's vacant
It's vacant...
It's vacant

I know you wanna get away
I know you wanna get away
Tell me, what are you running from?
Tell me, what are you waiting for?
Don't you know that it's coming?
Don't you know that it's coming?

I go so deep in my mind, I don't know when I'll surface
Take a breath, head first into something uncertain
Searching for gold, threw this away like I knew this was old
The temperature perfect, the verses are cold
Imagine that, came back with something that's brand new
If you don't stand up, how they gonna understand you?
Cause they all brainwashed, this music the shampoo
(I'm) Head and Shoulders above 'em, I can't lose
Man, to be the one chosen is something you can't choose (can't choose)
You gotta play the hand that you're dealt
You gotta start counting your blessings instead of your wealth
And if you try to make a change, you better start with yourself
And stop running...
Stop running

I know you wanna get away
I know you wanna get away
Tell me, what are you running from?
Tell me, what are you waiting for?
Don't you know that it's coming?
Don't you know that it's coming?