° all the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you better run, better run, out run my gun..
° all the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you better run, better run, out run my gun..
Under red light and heavy rains,
Cherry smoke clouds fill the air..He holds the power to strip my veins,
Yet instead he leads me to his lair..Looking at me with desirous eyes,
My frozen blood now circulating..Lips tracing my pale bruised thighs,
My pin-drop pupils now dilating..