Runnin’ Cal Scruby

[Intro]
Got dreams

[Verse 1]
I got dreams of selling out the Fillmore
Number one on Billboard's
Count a hundred thousand on the bed and there's still more
Tell myself I gotta get my mind right and chill more
But the bills say I gotta kill more so line 'em up
I'm drinking straight from the bottle, I couldn't find a cup
I watched the second hand ticking until the time was up
The time is now, I'm riding 'round with cameras on
A nice night, the lights bright, the candles glowing
The wick burnin', I sip bourbon, the whip turning
They try flipping the script, they only flip burgers
They don't concern us, to each his own
I'm reaching high, they reaching out, they always leeching on
This here a sermon, yeah, I'm preaching on
They yellin' Amen
And I'm just wishing I could save them
Driving down the road, I'm the Rolls in the pavement
House in the hills, but a house ain't a home if it's vacant
It's vacant
It's vacant

[Chorus]
I know you wanna get away
I know you wanna get away
Tell me, what are you running from?
Tell me, what are you waiting for?
Don't you know that it's coming?
Don't you know that it's coming?