I ran from the tide Won′t let you hide Won′t let you hide
I drop beats from this processed meat For a conversation, a meditation and I cut waves like some unborn sage Just like terrorists on a day of rest singing
I ran from the tide Won′t let you hide Won′t let you hide
I break bones stealing mobile phones And I′m cuttin deals for these homeless meals Making idle threats using chinese burns As you load my head with the Grateful Dead singing
I ran from the tide Won′t let you hide Won′t let you hide I ran from the tide Won′t let you hide Won′t let you hide
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