Something makes me run from nothing,
Fucked up more than once and,
Cleanin' off my slate before I run again

You couldn't call me a saint,
you'll have to call me a sinner, committing bigger,
than 21 saying "winner winner chicken dinner,"
I can't get civil, filled with evil, evil,
travels in messages from owls and eagles,
no flowers so freedom, yeah,

I've done wrong, I've fucked up,
can't take it back but I gotta face it with my fucking hands up,
her hate attack is tangible,
gimme one good reason I shouldn't walk on out that door
and count that cash that could be caught
without your walk upon my chest,
I'm not, here

Every night, Salem's rise
burning log, sleep when it's not over

Every night, Salem's rise
burning log, sleep when it's not over

Something makes me run from nothing,
Fucked up more than once and,
Cleanin' off my slate before I run again

Something makes me run from nothing,
Fucked up more than once and,
Cleanin' off my slate before I run again

Not givin' up some love is like a gun in my waistline,
safety off, got nowhere to be so I make everything take time,
everything remains fine,
everyone runnin down their
pre determined paths while I make my own
exploration around the world,
flown, to another destination, another girl,
never been that shiver down your little ass spine,
always been that plane of kush
and a glass from the best vine

(glass from the best vine)
(glass from the best vine)
(glass from the best vine)
(glass from the best vine)
(glass from the best vine)
(glass from the best vine)
(glass from the best vine)

It's 5 AM,
and she knows
(glass from the best vine)
It's 5 AM,
and she knows
(glass from the best vine)
It's 5 AM,
and she knows
(glass from the best vine)
It's 5 AM,
and she knows
(glass from the best vine)
It's 5 AM,
and she knows
(glass from the best vine)
It's 5 AM,
and she knows
(glass from the best vine)
It's 5 AM,
and she knows
(glass from the best vine)