Lyrics to Born2Run

[Verse 1]

Hey! I like your bra!

Thanks I got it from my very best friend

Kissed  her once in high school and then never again

Drugs and money who's between your covers

Wouldn't matter to me one way or the other



[Pre-Chorus]

And when  thots and animals storm the capital

You'll  watch C-SPAN for fun

‘Cause it's a fucking drag

And it's  crazy sad

But you'll do what's got to be done



[Chorus]

Are you really gonna save the world like that?

With  your tits half out on instagram?

I mean, yeah motherfucker that was always the plan

I'm gonna wear this shit to congress, man

So, hop off my dick

'Cause this whole thing makes me feel sick

And you're mean to kids, why can't you just quit picking on thеm?

Life and liberty, sometimеs property, the right to try to feel good

Her heart is pure, the math checks out, so whats the move?

And how could you do this when I learned my rights from you?

[Verse 2]

Here's a little fact I cry all the time

About the state in healthcare and the grand design

Sometimes it's sad, sometimes it's bitter sweet

But it's how you'll know I'm me

And now gun control is a fuckin' icky problem

I don't know if anybody knows how to solve it

But if I were in congress and someone shot up a school

I'd fucking cry about that too

And so my question is to you



[Chorus]

Are you really gonna save the world this way?

Crying like a kid every single day?

Hell yeah mother fucker I'm afraid it's true

People are in pain, what's wrong with you?

So, hop off my dick

You nixon smile makes me fuckin' sick

You should be just as wrecked as I am

I'm pretty fuckin' angry that you're not



[Pre-Chorus]

And when thots and animals storm the capital

You'll watch C-SPAN for fun

‘Cause its a fucking drag

And it's crazy sad

But you'll do whats got to be done

The rules were life and liberty, sometimes property, the right to try to feel good

Her heart is pure, the math checks out, so whats the move?

And why would you do this when I learned my rights from you?



[Bridge]

And when soft boys and their succulents

And girls dressed in cracked skulls

Take the capital and render it's capital null

Well I'll feel a bit more pumped and a bit less sad

Paint our shirts, say we're sorry, and call our dads