Run My Head

Yeah, I'm a creative genius
And there's no other way to word it
I know you're not supposed to say that about yourself
And I say things the wrong way a lot of times
But my intention is always positive
"You're... you're a genius, you really are
You're a genius"
I know
Run, run, run my head
Run, run, run my head
Run, run, run my head
Run, run, run my head
Ohhhhhhh
Run, run, run my head
Run, run, run my head
Run, run, run my head
Run, run, run my head
Ohhhhhhh
Black ski, gold teeth
Goatee, fingerless
Blasphemous, wrists are slit
I kissed the bitch
Blood on my lips
Holy shit, he scarred the bitch
I grabbed her bra, and tell her she can
She can, she can
Run, run, run my head
Run, run, run my head
Run, run, run my head
Run, run, run my head
Oh no