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Brotha Lynch Hung

Running Back (Pt. 2)

 

Running Back (Pt. 2)

(album: Torment - 2019)


Stuck in my past
'Bout to relapse
I keep running back to you
I tried to refrain
But your nectar's so sweet and savory
I keep running back to you

I used to shoot at 'em with the homies out the six-four drop
Didn't never leave a witness, ain't no calling the cops
I had a knot in my pocket, I was ready to rock it
Had Dino in the back seat, G-Smoove in the cockpit
I got it locked, niggas about to need 'em a locksmith
They knew they couldn't fuck with me, they just wanted to talk shit
But I don't have it, let 'em have it, it's a habit
Hit 'em right in the breadbasket, somebody better call a casket
I'm toxic, poison like these Newport cigarettes
I'm smoking on in the corner like a black Al Capone
I could call it, it could happen, I'm the captain
Hang his head up in the rafters then come back and get the transfer
I was always in the backseat swerving
Higher than Michael Irvin, this shit wasn't working
I was thirty thinking back when I was twenty
Never thinking 'bout the money, that's funny
'Cause I was

Stuck in my past
'Bout to relapse
I keep running back to you (Running back to you)
I tried to refrain
But your nectar's so sweet and savory
I keep running back to you

Back in the day I used to cut 'em and gut 'em and wrap 'em up
Put they lyrics in a bag, get a lighter and light it up
Caught the bus just to go to your school, I was a nut
Any bag a nigga had I was ready to put it up
I was all about the rapping, my niggas was wanted, but
I wasn't married to the music, but I had an engagement coming up
So I gotta find the rappers I want and tie 'em up
'Til they sign the dotted line and then battle me for the bucks
I used to let them rap and eat 'em up
Put 'em in a dark black sack then ship 'em off
I get the call when I'm at that with the hatchet
If you got the skills let me show you you really soft
Rappers in a circle like meat in a meat truck
It reminds me of a barbeque pit when it lights up
After I eat every rapper in the place and night's up
Grr, 'cause I was

Stuck in my past
'Bout to relapse
I keep running back to you
I tried to refrain
But your nectar's so sweet and savory
I keep running back to you

Oh-oh
Oh-whoa
Oh-whoa-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-whoa
Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-ohh
Oh-whoa
Stuck in my past
'Bout to relapse
Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Stuck in my past
'Bout to relapse
Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Running back to you

Oh whoa, oh-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh whoa, oh-oh
Whoa-oh
Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Stuck in my past
'Bout to relapse
Stuck in my past
'Bout to relapse

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