You got a bag full of paint, a head full of brain No snow, no rain, ain't got no complaint Like you high on that Krylon running through your veins You look like a war vet staring at them trains It's like you zen the fuck out Sittin in the bushes, letting all the bugs out One smoke one beer, when the coast is clear you disappear until your zone stoned on the fear Looking at scarred box cars Focusing and notice one of the ones most fit Its like that one there, has got your name all over it So that one there, is getting your name all over it Pull a can of sky blue for the outline Sky for the limits, blue for the down time Nerves at blast, disturbing the masses of rats with these thin tips and fat caps Thinking bout your little brother, cause he been trying hit the yard with you all summer It's a good thing that you didn't bring him along Cause that's when you saw the flashlights singing this song like [Chorus (2X):] Run, run, run these yards Run, run, run don't get caught Run, run, run every piece understood (I want to tell him you were good on the foot now) Run, run, run these yards Run, run, run don't get caught Run, run, run every piece understood (Better believe you ran as fast as you could) It wasn't fast enough, a simple catch Cornered in the parking lot hiding in the trash You heard the footsteps, heart beating hard Are you gonna have to fight with a trainyard guard? You stepped out on some, yup let's start this Puffin out your chest like you wasn't in the garbage And that's when the universe stopped Cause your looking straight at a uniformed officer What you think, should you run, run And take a chance at getting some from his stunt gun That ain't one on one, plus he look kinda young The type that might beat your ass just for fun, huh So tell me what the fuck are you supposed to do Already thinking about the cuffs holding you Already got a few cases over you But then the police man says, no it's cool What, where's the punch line, can't call it Too many paint fumes, must've lost it He handed you your bag and said here, I think you dropped this Cause this cop grew up on hip hop [Chorus (2X):] Run, run, run these yards Run, run, run don't get caught Run, run, run every piece understood (It all depends on where the pieces are put) Run, run, run these yards Run, run, run don't get caught Run, run, run every piece understood (Now do your thing and make the neighborhood look good)
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