Letras:
Cars The Running To You

running to you Running to you (Running to you) Running to you (Running, running, running to you) Running to you Running to you Running to you (Running to you, running to you) Running to you

shawty, no, I ain't mad at you But you can't fuck with me, I'm mo' badder than you My waist skinny, my ass more fatter than you Sorry for being conceited

same agenda Hustle from January 'til the end of December Wasn't smokin' purple, then it was more like Bobby Brown On that hen dog straight, got a nigga drinking brown You, you, 7/11, nigga you know You

it right, get it right You've got it wrong if you say our love is gone You've got it wrong if you say our love is gone You've got it wrong if you say

so sick of being so serious It's making my brain delirious I'm just talkin' the truth I'm telling you 'bout the shit we do We're sellin' our clothes, sleepin' in cars

see me now, where they go, snapping pictures When you go I come running tell me why you're so addictive You're a gift, you're a curse, you feelin' like

done by you Now what's to be found, racing around You carry your pain wherever you go Oh, full of the blues trying to lose You ain't gonna learn what

with ya use a blanket no shaw the message then you see the nigga's brain exploads so if you see a nigga chunk da doose as you see me ride by [Hook:]

You can catch me on the late night fucking with a broad You can catch me and my brother baq the baq getting them cars You'll never catch me fiaggin you