[Intro: Sample]
Blinded by size
I'm under...
[Verse 1: Yorgs]
Some times have changed from eighty-nine, saltine days
Mainly [?] and rain and maybe night times were lame
But now that my time's a stage, started rhymes and fold [?]
I'm claimin' night times [?] you're crazy not to know the name
I know nothin's been graded, I ain't seen my wallet pay
Call the father scene straight and just a further mean mistake
And now I got my A-grader, straight away from the mixtape
Straight to the booth, over cuts like a switchblade
And this may seem like an itty-bitty piss take
But I'm in the scene to take a little bit of piss mate
Drink the shit straight, stayin' ill on the spit
Still smellin' like a tip 'cause you know it's shit
Still gnawin' on a tit and still staunchin' damn right
'Cause when we're feelin' support, uh, we're rortin' headlines
Now I'm headin' to the border, southern Cali, here I come
I ain't gettin' old and so that's why I said I'm on the run
[Verse 2: Fluent Form]
Yeah
Why are the dopest rappers always the brokest rappers?
Feels like I've stood up and taken the globe I stole from Atlas
It's an explosive passage while I sit home and practice
But my driver's been stopped, looks like I've blown my gas kit
They'd know that that's shit, a freeze frame, photographic
I'm goin' backwards in three lanes, roads are savage
Take a dose of Aspirin, mind's in spirit, ghost is captured
Ripped down my post to match it with my mood and clothes to latch with
A heavy duty [?] locked chains with cones and splash it
Into the ocean, no emotion, not like hope it mattered
I suppose I've had it, furnace burn a rope with panic
It's like I snort the dopest coke but then my nose is fractured
Words of those in brackets, barely the [?] of matchsticks
No wonder some fiend flipped [?] magic
Open hatch strings, think about goin' coast relaxin'
This ain't the show, it's passion, always a flow fanatic
[Chorus]
I've been on the run and I'm not comin' back for no one
For no one, for no one (Yeah)
I've been on the run and I'm not comin' back for no one
For no one, for no one (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Rare]
I've been on the run and I'm not comin' back for no one
I'm sick of this shit, I'm leavin' lyckety split
Qualification has come and I'm actually done
What a journey but I've finally finished it son
Like the day I got my driver's license, felt so free
I could be anything kid, just like I wanted to be
Became a jippy for year [?] yeah, rappin' always
Respectin' music, yo, but that's just me
Practicin' heaps of skills like rappin' and carpentry
Told blokes I was a rapper, they just laughed at me
Can't stand cockheads, yeah, that just wanna take the piss
But now I'm like nothin' [?] like an arsonist
Yeah, another gig, more cash, cross it off the list
While your rap work [?] 'cause your missus is a fuckin' bitch
Well, listen to this; I don't have to do shit
And I'm not comin' back until I'm literally rich
[Verse 4: J. Stark]
It's been three years, waitin' in the number one dogbox
And still, another year shows up on the shot clock
So it's safe to say I'm waitin' for the starter's gun to pop off
And I can jump on a plane with the lads and get my pots on
Makin' moves, takin' smoother options, boozed
And boppin' with no work, not in the mood for bosses
I'm on the grind for the next twelve, gettin' in the job done
Then plea like I'm free after the key in the lock spun
It's all good, just to wait if he kills me
I'm after the thrill seek, the bottles are chill sweet
The ultimate ill speech that comes out and drills beats
In front of my real peeps, that's what I still drink
So fuck work, I'm not comin' back from here
I'll be smilin' ear to ear while I'm chuckin' back a beer
If you see me in the next life, best come up and say hello to me
The last chance that you'll get 'cause I'm not comin' back for nobody
[Chorus]
I've been on the run and I'm not comin' back for no one
For no one, for no one (Yeah)
I've been on the run and I'm not comin' back for no one
For no one, for no one (Yeah)
