Guerrilla Warfare - Run It Back

I'm watching you talking in a circle
A revolving door of bullshit
Running that mouth
Blowin it out of proportion

You're a snake, split tongue
Slitherin' your way in
But now your side of the narrative's
Under speculation

I gotcha caught in a lie
You're a little tongue tied
Tongue sleight flying out ya jaw
Better keep that alibi wound tight

So fuck what ya heard
Trip over your words
Shit's for the birds
You're just coward and
We're thinnin' the herd, so swerve

'Cause you're still runnin that
Runnin that, what was that?
Run it back

You're a dime a dozen
Just another motha fucka runnin' that mouth
But your plans been defunct, no come ups
Ran it straight into the ground
You're a dime a dozen
Just another motha fucka runnin' their mouth

Yea bitch
I said I got a bone to pick
You think you slick off hittin' licks
I'm sick and tired of your
Shit out of luck
Can't plug the holes in your boat and
I hope you sink yourself to the bottom with every lie that you spoke
And you can choke on every penny of money that you stole
While you complain and piss and moan
Play the victim some mo
Spread that false information
Just to be in conversation
But we see the games you play

I'm the fly on the wall
Just to sit back
And watch as you choke

Every word that comes out of your mouth is a
Breath of fresh air that I could be breathing
But instead you're wasting it
To spit some entitled
Shit about how you've been
Wronged & mistreated bitch
I don't give fuck about that
Miss me with that petty mess that you be spoutin
Accusations piled, a crumblin' mountain
You dug your own grave
Now get in the ground and lay down in that bitch

Run from your actions
Run from your problems
Run from your consequences
You know you had it comin'

Run from your actions
Run from your problems
You know you can't solve them

Written by:
Garett Hood

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