I get told I run from my problems
I have 99 of em but I never solve em
Doin what I do to get paid
Maken more then most make in a month in one day
Income like this has me goin state to state
Passport in my bag traveling across the American border
Runnin from my problems cause their stuck in my mind
I guess When it comes  holding on to thought I always been a horder
I thought things would get easier as I got older
It's crazy how I'm so bummed out
I got everything now
Everything but love I guess
John Lennon told me ever since I was a shorty love was all I needed
I get it I get I just don't get why when I look I never see it
It's hard I trust women of my generation
It's all good I'm ona plane right now
Just hit the city I can see the lights from the window
Comen home to everything I ran from knowing bull ***** only continue
I'll just leave this with a to be continued
I'll probably bring part 2 up whenever I decide to grow up