I'm sick of all the days gone by When I didn't have you to myself I'm tired of E-mail conversations It could be someone else You say you need me Like
Translation: Natural. Runaway.
Translation: Natural. Runaway [special Preview Snippet].
s trying too hard to run away From everything she left behind And if she's gonna do this on her own Then she leaves tonight And they called her a runaway
, I'd never say it Anyway, I'm taken and we're both leaving with who we came Somewhere you're sleeping it off But I'm wide awake Chasing a runaway thought
be free i gotta be somewhere that i can just be me and i'll run, run, runaway run, run, runaway, run, run, runaway, I'll runaway #2 We'll share a last
with the title, it's mega hits 'Cuz I got my shit together like Lego bricks I'm never half-assin', I'm grabbin' the cash My rap's happen, it's natural
relevant Stake claim immediately 'Cause hot products cool down At which point they'll flock to new sounds Take fame intravenously But when nature turns
a hunger strike for the ones who won't make it for dinner She makes enough to survive for a holiday of the working class She's a runaway of the establishment
in the sky Ground is shaking And it's still far away Sure it's coming The drama is on its way 'Cause this is much faster Than a runaway star Too brilliant
to a runaway train No turning back Tethered to a runaway train Take me away Torpid in the wind and rain No turning back Hang on to a runaway train Take
ghost suck that theology I king for a day of peasant for a pleasant life blood on the easel and my eagle eyelids spots runaway pirates look I despise
(written by Dan Hartman and Charlie Midnight) © 1986 EMI Blackwood Music Inc./Janiceps Music BMI/ EMI April Music Inc./Second Nature Music Inc. ASCAP
focus of the moon // One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume is nothing more than a subjective conclusion // What is the maximum field rate application? // The runaway
porch in their rocking chair [Billy Flynn] They're dead. Family fortune swept away. You're educated as a sacred heart. Then you fell into a runaway
DR Nigga the red is for the blood in my arm The black is for the gun in my palm And the green is for the tram that grows natural Like locks on Africans
