Run Son Run
Robert Pollard
Horizon prizes
And arrow noses
Bad practice attracts
Like axis magnets
Well then run son run
Run son run
Run son run
Get back up to run, son
Freeze me up
From going down the stomach pump
Can't spit me
Far enough to trust me
Well then run son run
Run son run
Run son run
Get back up to run, son
It's how to chase you, son
It's how to make you run