Running Away

(Verse One) A cold war Colder than poured Coors Extorted and sold short Curious, poor George Fury is four And this is the floor It's like the story of the tortoise Or delivery stork Ultimate warrior More Mickey Rourke It's been reported there's a shortage of the barbecue pork I try to ignore it like somebody who snores But it's important Can't afford it Like a four door sport "I'm euphoric," I retorted I've been bordered up by border I'mma sort it out in order I don't need your support I don't give a shit Not interested in anybody's listening Do it for the gist of it It's just what my condition is (Chorus) (Verse Two) And yeah I'm having trouble sleeping It's definitely my fault Is it another reason I'm completely in downfall? Maybe it's just the season Mercury rounds off Right on my mid heathen Yeah I'm secretly "wow, Roth" Telling me this is freedom Then I need you to vouch for it Feel like life teasing me Leading me south paw Fighting to keep the peace Maybe need to get out more This machine cheats Time to even the route score Stuck in the downpour Alone and I'm outdoors Hoping that it won't keep going though Moving the doubt for Realer than who you keep around Sure to look out for So you can tell it's found Never leaving without yours Ash-or [Asher] (Chorus)