Run for Your Life Big Grams

[Produced by Phantogram]

[Verse 1 - Big Boi]
I need another lover
Like I need another hole
On the side of my temple, forever blowed
Like brains and eardrums as they explode
Got me running for my life, I suppose

Depending on my line of sight only
Dynamite, blow me
Bumping like a pair of dice at night, nice and horny
No friction, not addicted to it
I'll have you listening to Crooked
See me spitting
So, uh, shut the fuck up sometimes and listen to me
Not tryna be rude but having an attitude
Is counterproductive to being blissful
Make me not miss you
I'm dodging bullets, yet I'm sending back these missiles

Been threw like them nukes do, your spot is too through
Kabloom, to blow up, now whatever the fuck is for us to do
Because there's nothing left but ashes and fascist bastards
Cashless characters, out here with drugs to traffic
Enough of the motherfuking plastic narrative
Put ink to tablet, graph it, actual facts
It’s non-fiction, I’m blitzin’, on every single down
Make them get up, get out

And get it, until you got all, I’m with it
Gon’ ball ‘til you crawl just for the alcohol and bitches
You silly nigga, look at the bigger picture
Don't let your thoughts get cut short just like a midget's Twitter

[Hook - Sarah Barthel]
Liquid lines, do it, fight
Hundred miles down, tell me where you wanna go
Electric Eyes, hypnotize
Get your mind running, running, where you wanna go?

You wanna slide down my melted face
Tell me I'm the queen, baby, what you need to know
You're past subsides, let it light
I can hear you humming, humming, where you wanna go?

[Post-Hook]
Running for my life
Run, run, running for my life
Run, run, running for my life
Run, run, running for my life
Where you wanna go?
Run, run, running for my life
Run, run, running for my life
Run, run, running for my life