One More Run (featuring Bax Collyns)

Conscious Hip-Hop, Stoner Rock, Rap Crew, Confidence, Independence, Agency, 909 Bass Drums

̶On̶̶e̶ ̶M̶̶o̶̶r̶̶e̶ ̶R̶̶u̶̶n
       (featuring Bax Collyns)

🎤

......LYRICS......

Only put off until tomorrow,
    what you are willing to die 
        and have left undone.

The chapters are fast
         in a furious rare book.
      Run til the shoes fall off
          and walk bare foot.
      There look, that's where
      crooks  compare cooks.
          Look where it's bare
     and see how a stare look.

Back from a war
            with some P.T.S.D.
       Like really how the fuck
      could we be stress free?
 We're stuck up to our knees,
                it was messy,
  Keep it a buck, fill the cups,
                now let's eat!

Want the whole damn dinner
          with old man winter.
          Wrote plans bigger,
       show of hands quicker.
             Pain in the paint
       if we ain't in the picture.
       Burn all the way down,
       same as straight liquor.

Shoot straight up,
                  black  hole,
                   cash flow.
         You can ask the bro,
       we a couple assholes.
               One more run,
been done with the shackles.
           Belly of the beast,
        we feast in the battle.
                       RUN!

We're not dead!
             (One More Run)
               Knock  beats!
               Knock heads!
             (One More Run)
       We shoot at the moon
        on our way to the sun!
            One.. More.. Run..
             (One More Run)

RUN!

We take off the gloves
       but we still aren't done.
                 Still throwin'
        these fuckin' punches
         after bells have rung.
Hearts Black (Silver Tongues)
   Heart Numb  (Ashy Lungs)
         Liberty scale swung
        and liberty done won.

Now listen,
         there's a room full of
               stale writtens.
      Words penn'd on paper
          like statements that
                 tell wisdom.
          With bars as hot as
                hell's prison;
         with a loud  rhythm.
          It's like we in a box
      with some nails missin'...

Time might fade the trance
    but damn it we still dance
  like the numbers on a scale 
when weighin' the milligrams.
 This is grown man business,
       betta pull up the pants.
                 Opportunity
       is taking advantage of
               circumstance,
                       Look!

I'm too old to run
    so we walk with the facts.
 Thought about it thoroughly,
       it's just part of the plan.
            Heads held high,
 stand our ground like a staff.
     Now what would you do
  if given a second chance?!

RUN!

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Bax Collyns Suno Profile:
      suno.com/@baxcollyns

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Thanks for listening
     and I hope you enjoyed!
                Music is Life,
                   Live Free.

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̶On̶̶e̶ ̶M̶̶o̶̶r̶̶e̶ ̶R̶̶u̶̶n (featuring Bax Collyns) 🎤 ......LYRICS...... Only put off until tomorrow, what you are willing to die and have left undone. The chapters are fast in a furious rare book. Run til the shoes fall off and walk bare foot. There look, that's where crooks compare cooks. Look where it's bare and see how a stare look. Back from a war with some P.T.S.D. Like really how the fuck could we be stress free? We're stuck up to our knees, it was messy, Keep it a buck, fill the cups, now let's eat! Want the whole damn dinner with old man winter. Wrote plans bigger, show of hands quicker. Pain in the paint if we ain't in the picture. Burn all the way down, same as straight liquor. Shoot straight up, black hole, cash flow. You can ask the bro, we a couple assholes. One more run, been done with the shackles. Belly of the beast, we feast in the battle. RUN! We're not dead! (One More Run) Knock beats! Knock heads! (One More Run) We shoot at the moon on our way to the sun! One.. More.. Run.. (One More Run) We're not dead! (One More Run) Knock beats! Knock heads! (One More Run) We shoot at the moon on our way to the sun! One.. More.. Run.. (One More Run) RUN! We take off the gloves but we still aren't done. Still throwin' these fuckin' punches after bells have rung. Hearts Black (Silver Tongues) Heart Numb (Ashy Lungs) Liberty scale swung and liberty done won. Now listen, there's a room full of stale writtens. Words penn'd on paper like statements that tell wisdom. With bars as hot as hell's prison; with a loud rhythm. It's like we in a box with some nails missin'... Time might fade the trance but damn it we still dance like the numbers on a scale when weighin' the milligrams. This is grown man business, betta pull up the pants. Opportunity is taking advantage of circumstance, Look! I'm too old to run so we walk with the facts. Thought about it thoroughly, it's just part of the plan. Heads held high, stand our ground like a staff. Now what would you do if given a second chance?! We're not dead! (One More Run) Knock beats! Knock heads! (One More Run) We shoot at the moon on our way to the sun! One.. More.. Run.. (One More Run) We're not dead! (One More Run) Knock beats! Knock heads! (One More Run) We shoot at the moon on our way to the sun! One.. More.. Run.. (One More Run) RUN! -+---+---+---+- -+---+---+---+- Bax Collyns Suno Profile: suno.com/@baxcollyns -+---+---+---+- -+---+---+---+- Thanks for listening and I hope you enjoyed! Music is Life, Live Free. © 2 0 2 5 The Weeping Reaper & Bax Collyns All rights reserved.

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