Jay Cornell - Run From Me lyrics

[Hook] Why the f** you tryna run from me? (Don't run) Why the f** you tryna run from me? (Don't run) Yeah why the f** you tryna run from me? (Don't run) Yeah, what you think I do this sh** for free? [Verse] How the f** you gonna call my name like we was kin? (Hell nah) You might as well just hit the parlor, get it on your skin. (Inky) I carry swords and sake' like I'm from Japan So get the f** from around this damn Otaku before that choppa tan Since '95, boy I've been hitting licks and cracking seals. (Lean.) But ever since that day, you got my heart right by the peels. (Hell nah) Sophisticated with the way you move those thighs, (God damn) It's fine enough to make me want to gouge this brotha's eyes. (He dead!) How dare you talk to her? I claimed that woman f**ing first, (She's mine.) And as a matter of a fact, we made a pact, I tied you to the hearse. (To the grave) You tryna steal my b**h? Well look, I went and snatched another Yandere in a mask, so don't get scared if pillows smother. (Don't do that!) I'm a monster, you can go and put that on my mother Might get locked up off of that homi', ask my baby brother. (Just ask him) You tryna steal my b**h? Well look, I went and snatched another. (That's two!) Yandere in a mask, so don't get scared if pillows smother. (Don't do that!) [Hook] Now why the f** you tryna run from me? (Don't do that) Yo, why the f** you tryna run from me? (Quit runnin') Why the f** you tryna run from me? (Don't run) Oh, b**h you think I do this sh** for free? (Don't do that, don't do that) [Verse] Breathing heavy, got my love life locked up in the Chevy A shovel, bag a rope, you best believe I got it ready. (Oppin'!) I seen those e-mails, boy you got that locked on Gmail But these scales, yeah these scales? They seem to measure meat well. (That sh** is real!) I chew you up and spit you out, because I don't eat no p**y If I see one more status, then you're bound to f**ing push me You fly her out and take her down, but you won't get a look from me. (Hell nah) Just try to make me jealous and you'll wind up in the cemetery. (He dead) No bullet wounds, you know I'll do it slow. (That's slow at f**) That hot blowtorch burns you the opposite of snow. (It's cold out here) And then I'll grab the scissors, strip your skin off row-by-row. (by row) Oh god, I think I've had enough, it's time for me to go. (Adios, adios) [Hook] Yo, why the f** you tryna run from me? Yo, why the f** you tryna run from me? Now why the f** you tryna run from me? What you think I do this sh** for free?