Feet are on the start block, take a lead.
I'ma run clockwise see if you'd chase me,
cuz I've tried everything over twice A to Z,
running like it's my last chance, gotta make you see.
It's like BANG goes the start gun.
Sweet thang take my heart, run, i'll forget what I'm ripped apart from.
Long strides look like what they make art from.
Engine revving like some brand new spark plugs.
I've run away, I've run towards ya,
your silly games could cause a weak man torture.
Lose a race and feel my sour milk curdle
cuz this 100 yard dash ain't supposed to have hurdles girl.
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