Free Run by Elton Aura Lyrics
[Intro: Elton]
You use your parents for leverage
I can't believe you're so lavish
You expect me to heal your past damage
But I can't patch ya up
No I don't make enough
[Verse: Elton]
Dry slob stains on your hoodie from you dreaming about the game
Since you still a babe no he ain't save you from the major
No official cockiness been speakin' for your brain
I see you been hittin' stage thought you was born an entertainer
Currently currents catch you cuttin' up blowin' through currency
Mastered the fade they way masturbate
You feelin' yourself a little more than you supposed to be
You can't claim that my shit ain't potpourri
Hide or die or ride or seek
Bringin' sand to every beach
King Marty-Mart with the speech
Stuck between a rock and a hard place
Whitney Houston in a car chase
Larry Johnson how I part waves
See you later no goodbyes when you part ways
Second to none I be the Moses
Field of milk and honey sniffin' roses
Thankin' God that he chose us
Thankin' God that he chose us
See what happens when you faithful
Play for patience and a paid crew
Pay for lessons and then save you
Forgive him don't forget him like a Quaalude
Never let 'em say they made you
Keepin' short niggas and they daisy dukes
Keepin' short niggas and they days due
[Outro: Elton]
Girl you know I see you over there
Don't be timid I ain't ever on that cool shit
Earn your stripes blow it feel it in the air
To be honest I be really on my cool shit
Better do it, do it, do it, do it
Just do it, do it, just do it, do it, yea
You use your parents for leverage
I can't believe you're so lavish
You expect me to heal your past damage
But I can't patch ya up
No I don't make enough
[Verse: Elton]
Dry slob stains on your hoodie from you dreaming about the game
Since you still a babe no he ain't save you from the major
No official cockiness been speakin' for your brain
I see you been hittin' stage thought you was born an entertainer
Currently currents catch you cuttin' up blowin' through currency
Mastered the fade they way masturbate
You feelin' yourself a little more than you supposed to be
You can't claim that my shit ain't potpourri
Hide or die or ride or seek
Bringin' sand to every beach
King Marty-Mart with the speech
Stuck between a rock and a hard place
Whitney Houston in a car chase
Larry Johnson how I part waves
See you later no goodbyes when you part ways
Second to none I be the Moses
Field of milk and honey sniffin' roses
Thankin' God that he chose us
Thankin' God that he chose us
See what happens when you faithful
Play for patience and a paid crew
Pay for lessons and then save you
Forgive him don't forget him like a Quaalude
Never let 'em say they made you
Keepin' short niggas and they daisy dukes
Keepin' short niggas and they days due
[Outro: Elton]
Girl you know I see you over there
Don't be timid I ain't ever on that cool shit
Earn your stripes blow it feel it in the air
To be honest I be really on my cool shit
Better do it, do it, do it, do it
Just do it, do it, just do it, do it, yea