100 Yard Dash

[Intuition] Feet are on the start block, take a lead I'mma 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