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letra de run it down - pouya

[intro: andré 3000]
but it’s like this, though
i’m tired of folks, you know i’m sayin’?
them close minded folks, you know i’m sayin’?
it’s like we got a demo tape, but don’t n-body wanna hear it
but it’s like this, the south got something to say
that’s all i got to say

[chorus: rocci]
got your money, got your paper
we can run it down tonight
ooh, everybody else a hater
i don’t give a d-mn, you’re right
got your money, got your paper
we can run it down tonight
ooh, everybody else a hater
i don’t give a d-mn, you’re right

[verse 1: pouya]
i need four forty-fives and a mac by my side
when i go out of town and i roll them dice
you, you went by the pittsburgh
so i gotta intern, hopin’ that the test go right
i’ve been tossin’ and turnin’, knowin’ that you perfect
baby, you’ve been on my mind
now i’m all alone with a cracked iphone
sittin’ down sideways, stayin’ up all night
so i gotta fill a void, now i’m back in a porsche
mikey tellin’ me to slow down
hands in the field, now i’m back in the show
d-mn mic in my hand, guess i’m back in a showdown, yeah
backend, hit it, sold out, did it
guess i’m back on the road, gotta tend to business
came a long way from pickin’ up plates, gettin’ no tips
havin’ to mop and wash dishes

[verse 2: pouya]
simmer down, it’s summer now
baby, i don’t really wanna hear the run-around
i read your mind, but i didn’t mind that you wanna minimize
my enterprise and f-ck my bag up, back up
backed up with the thoughts in my mind
when are we seeing this wedding ring?
will you become a better man?
when will you swallow the medicine?
swallow your pride for my ego
i need a guy that hide his emotions like tony soprano
see fifteen therapists, really, it’s really embarr-ssing
none of them b-tches have bettered me
my temperament still out of whack
but at least my paper’s still intact
i got two full bags in the backseat
and four real homies that’ll back me, yeah

- pouya

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