I ran from the tide. I won't let you hide, won't let you hide
VERSE 1 I drop beats from this processed meat For a conversation on meditation I cut waves like some unborn slaves Just like terrorists on a day of rest
Singing I ran from the tide. I won't let you hide, won't let you hide
VERSE 2 I break bones stealing mobile phones said I'm cutting deals for these homeless meals Making idle threats using Chinese burns as you Load my head with the grateful dead
I ran from the tide. I won't let you hide, won't let you hide(×4)
