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Cowboy Mouth Run To Me

one, i feel like a man on the run i feel like a man on the run oh-oh-oh try and catch me! oh-oh-oh try and catch me! from San Bernadino i can see the

the rank and file With a punched out mouth and a pack of style I say she's the one she's the only one Make me search myself until I'm done and Tell me

work in this town The vice pick me up just as soon as you put me down" I said, "Shut the hell up ho Who asked you to run your mouth?" She was right

body if you RUN UP Catch one in yo' head if you RUN UP You can end up dead if you RUN UP I'ma cop me a Benz when I COME UP I'ma cop me a Beemer when I

he coughed He wrote me out a ticket, that seemed to take forever I took it and as I headed for my car That cop he hollered after me and said, "Hey, cowboy

the red meats this fate can see in your eyes trying to match manuvers with your mouth open looks liek youre diamonds scratched and hearts champed play along, safe inside me

up Ooh, this herb, got me geekin' like a nerd F what you heard, federal roll like a bird You were, actin' funny when you first saw me Now, I'm makin

me, Teach me how to see, Ears cannot hear, my mouth is too dry to speak. You have searched me, you, you know me, there is nothing good inside me. Purge me

me [Chorus] Try to figure why you always seem to Find another fault of mine you can scream to Kicking me, pushing me, biting me, bruising me, Putting me and keeping me