Lil Butt lyrics - Asher Roth

[Hook]

Hey little butt, I need you so much

Ooo just a touch, of that little butt

[Verse]

Girl you must be dreaming

Thinking that a big old donkey butt, is what I needing

Floppy cellulite, so misleading

This tiny chick of mine, don’t you mind if I am peaking?

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Big old butts, you so old news

I’m looking for a Mini Coupe, not a caboose or a moose

I just need a handful, type of butt tight enough to light a candle

With a match, like an air tight bubble

So clean I bet you, don’t have a butt hole

Butt cheeks, they’ve both got character

Picture book butt, I be the narrator

I wanna take it on a leash to the carnival

I wanna put it on the wall like a [?]

I wanna put it on my plate with some olive oil

Boyder Doggie

I love you

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Yo little butt, itty bitty butt, many many butt

Give a touch when I give a hug it don’t wiggle much

Yeah them bigger butts when they get a [?]

Look ridiculous, just a bunch of bumps like it’s bit by bugs

Butt, you’re like it a tight concise sentence

That says, “Yes I ride bikes and I like tennis”

Take my penis, put it in the crevice

Of those little buns with some onion and a little lettuce singing

[Hook]

"Pabst & Jazz: Blended Babies & Friends" (2011)

• Pabst And Jazz lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Hassani Kwess, Kenny Keys)
• Choices lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Action Bronson)
• In The Kitchen lyrics - Asher Roth
• More Cowbell lyrics - Asher Roth
• Bastermating lyrics - asher roth (feat. A$AP Twelvy, Chip Tha Ripper, YP)
• Common Knowledge lyrics - Asher Roth
• Golden Midas lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Boldy James, Nico Segal, Greg Landfair Jr. of KTD)
• Insurance lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. ZZ Ward, Rockie Fresh, Blu)
• Hard Times lyrics - asher roth (feat. Kids These Days, Casie Veggies)
• Ampersand lyrics - Asher Roth
• Get By lyrics - Aher Roth (feat. Nico Seagal of Kids These Days)
• Not Meant 2 Be lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Nathan Santos)
• Running Away lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Nathan Santos)
• Charlie Chaplin lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Phil Ade', GLC, Thurz)
• Dope Shit lyrics - Asher Roth

Pabst And Jazz lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Hassani Kwess, Kenny Keys)

[Verse 1:]

Lackadaisical, paps and radio

Playing the latest Johnny Coltrane up on the Casio

Making me make my lady moan

Smoking strain of OG, roll trees

Sounds hot when you say you're stoned

Lost and faded though, a Miles Davis flow

Lots of soul, [?] how's he know? I suppose

In the cold without a coat, it's so cold, kid is froze

To the toes, and the more, anything is possible

I'm rocking massimo like I'm a Aussie bro

Drinking Foster's in the back of Billy Bob's Camaro

But ya not so artsy though, this ain't a [?] show

Party with the barbies just started up a cardio

Probably go unguarded if I could like I'm [?]

This is where my heart is to my darling then I'm sorry yo

I'm Marcus Garvey mode, I ain't gon' argue yo

This one be the hardest like it's starving in the arctic so

Stop the [?] the kids who try to box me

Obviously never stop me on my quest with Asanti

We Giovanni, Dolce and Gabbana, Don't you need line up a [?] up on the vinyl thought you needed a reminder

[Verse 2: Hassani Kwess]

I'm raping the beat through writing, G and letting it be the life of me

Rhyming it nice and climbing the pipes and letting the dope enlighten me

I'm hyping G (spaz), right go for the shot for 3, swish

Buckets, puppets on Mr. Rodgers' Neighborhood ain't nice as me

Like it B? (Not.) Tough. Blame Rich for throwing me audible crack

I catch lack in the D, suggest you audible that, break chill

You know you a fan my man, you love it in fact

[?] baby stay in the building, you stuck in the shack, God damn!

Chill [?]

Never the last remaining [?], loving the real and loving the rap

Never the stacks, honeys be loving the steez, of course I'm loving them back

You can catch me putting my flag on top of the hill and puffing a black

Killing the flows, fa sho, give 'em those and they right

In them shows, TZ, be the pros, it's fact

So fast, I dash, catch up, and stack

Give them the jazz and the cash

Give them that, it's a rap

Choices lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Action Bronson)

This shit is jammin tho...

[Asher Roth:]

In here bloody and muddy

I'm smashing bottles of bubbly

Run for cover, brother

This thing here b-bout to get ugly

Under a submarine bares the kitchen cupboard be

Californication agin' more than david duchovny

You making my jack a double please

Serve it with the knuckle cheese

Crocodile hunter and some buddy lee dungarees

Barney rubble, trouble lover, something hubble never seen

Floating like a butter wing stinging like a bumble thing

I love it when I hear them scream, eat it like a tangerine

Make you feel uneasy like your feet up on a trampoline

Don't be so deceiving with your penis eating fantasy

My semen is the meanest, undefeated when I plant a seed

Hatin on me, hatin on me, wait for my decay

You gon have to wait longer, I won't ever go away

It's like they say: you go to vegas and most of it will stay

You in dirty with some herpes, is it worth the price you pay?

You deserve it little twerp, on the verge of something great

Til some overrated lames in the game got in the way

I'm a have to take it over: james and d wade

It's neither the black sheep, would you look at david spade?

Yeah I'm here to save the day, caped crusader, super 8

If you're squeamish at proceeding I suggest you look away

Yeah, beat it, best believe it when arena takes the stage

You need a lighter when I feed em a liter of tanqueray

Teething a type of pain, 18 is the riper stage

It ain't easy to fight the feeling when dealing with hype and fame

Leading the life of caine, I'll leave him and swipe his chain

Breathing, nice to meet you

Good evening, glad you came...

[Action Bronson:]

First of all, don't ever say a fuckin thing about the homie

Call a favor in and leave your dyke mother very lonely

You a phony doggy, holy shit

Know the flow exquis-

Eyes low, one-handed I control the whip

No reservations needed to get the table

I walk in, the chef calls me "chef" that's my label

[?] infuse the oil, basil

Standing like a man in situations, get disabled

A lot of hundreds in the jacket pocket

Know I blast the rocket, lift you in the air, just like an astronaut is

Lack the passion novice, we play on all-madden

Old glow jackets, navajo padded

Been a grown man since the day I was born, you strange and deformed

You sit at home while I get paid to perform

Now we put em on the greyhound, 85 dollars

Better choose wise bitch, you fuckin with some scholars

Old impalas, jumping like rasheed wallace

Smoking joints like a barbecue pit

I'm honestly sick, some would say retarded and shit

My mind sharp cause I eat garlic and shit

Swervin the whip quick, little dick...

In The Kitchen lyrics - Asher Roth

[Verse 1:]

You're in deep water now pal don't foul out Pau

Pow pow down south how now brown cow

Loud mouth shout shout had to knock him out, Ciao

Bail him out now just put it on my Loud account

Steve Riff needs this, never will I back down

Sleep this, breath this, never wear me out, clown

Read lips, she licks, tryna pull my trous' down

Weed lit, need Clipse playin' in the background

How how, I don't get it, should've got em out

Little Greg Maddux mixed in with Roy Halladay

Andale, andale, arriba, arriba

Ash- Roth coming through your speakers

Yippeeya yeeah, about time we re'ed up

I was in the out crowd playing with some D cups

Gee shucks, didn't mean to keep ya

They just need a little TLC every 3 months

[Hook: x2]

Me & Chuck, we make this in the kitchen

I'm not bullshittin, really made this in the kitchen

Hook the mic up, MPC on the table

Wrote a couple rhymes, so check what I'm saying...

[Verse 2:]

Now I got my feet up without any sneakers

But if I did, they'd probably be some beat Chucks

Beat Chucks, beats up, beats up the knees bump, bass be mean

Make you lean like the Pisa

Meet the Grim Reaper, killin em in FIFA

Kick it in the back yard, sip a margarita

Eat the dark meat, pepper on the paprika

Could've kept East, but I had to see the sea cause

Fievel knows freedom, kiddo don't be dumb

Me won't leave, 215, and my green blood

Need bud, need bud, please only live once

Read a couple books while I'm soaking up the heat sun

We've only begun, beguns are beguns

Speak on you sheep, the Dos Equis He Man

Recon in Sweden, la vie European

Get up out of bed, turn my chi on

[Hook x2]

More Cowbell lyrics - Asher Roth

In the meadows where we grow the rose petals

And we sip a glass of Merlot

While I blow the Portabello

Like Cruello with a Cigarillo

Hello, Listen Up

This is Asher from the Morrisville

A little North of Truck

What the fuck?

Oh you didn't know little homie flow?

He a pro, Use a little more

You's a little slow, how slow?

Little Kelso. Smoking elbows?

If so, let me know I'll just give you my cell phone

Hell froze, Elmo, I'm sticking like Velcro

So, you ain't got the pasta you don't get the Pesto

Presto, Go to infinity and beyond it

Rhyme shit spitting gets imprinted on your conscious

Ash, shit, this world's sitting in your palm

And it's important that you know this

So you never get it wrong

Says my Mom as she reads the Tarot cards and the stars

This called me to go and be a motherfucking boss, Ricky Ross

Look at Paul Roth, kid is all talk

He's a narc, he's a lost cause

Fuck em cut em off

But this dog's off his leash

I'm showin ya'll my teeth when I speak

Yeah, I mean I bring Prometheus heat

Lean in your seat

You'd think that they'd be leaping to see

A commercial MC keep an ear to the street

Because Jeez

We sick of watching all this shit go on

But this song ain't done yet, so son you start marching

A marksman, Part Marge, Part Bart Simpson

But the other parts Descartes, Bars is raw wisdom

A lost art. I talk part of a larger mission

But you'd rather slack off with Sharks than pay attention

So Bark Bark, another subpar spittin'

Yeah, my time is limited and I refuse to waste a minute

So finish, Bustin' Ass, Snuffaluf-gas

In the cab huffin' grass, Fuck it I puff puff pass

Enough of that, Oughta buy out the suckerin' succotash

Sup with Ash? Yo, what happened?

Yo, I heard that fucker cracked

Yo, I heard he was abducted they put something in his ass

Well, I heard he had a run-in with a bear and got attacked

Now, Where'd you come up with that

Run and tell your mother that this motherfucker's back

Paper or plastic? Nah. I bring my own bags

Now how you want to pay for that? Straight cash

Evil Laugh

Yeah, I've been playing phone tag for the last

6 months with my label, Tell them fools to call me back

I play charades sippin' chardonnay fifty times a day

Feeling great, can't wait to taste the marmalade

Fade away, Himalayan retreat to find me

Good grief. Loose leaf? I treat it like Bruce Lee

Who's he? Why y'all keep seeing truth in 2D?

My speech be like I mixed Rufies with Kool Keith

Bastermating lyrics - asher roth (feat. A$AP Twelvy, Chip Tha Ripper, YP)

[Hook:]

[Big Pun:] Quit trying to find another rhymer with my kind of grammar

[Big L:] I spark life with the pen

[Papoose:] Too advance for ya'll

My raps are, my raps are unbelievable

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]

I think it's time I play the lotto

I'm feeling lucky sucker, oh well fuck it is my motto

Gotta bring the ruckus smoking nuggets, sip moscato

With roscoe dash while I play his record on serato

Vado's, prolly my favorite rapper since bob dole

Odd flow so I drive slow with my eyes closed

Stop stroll? nah yo I'd rather eat hot crow

Closed throat, gross bro, don't forget to swallow

Hollow, that's what they try to tell me that my rhymes is

So I found God had to tell him what his moms did

WHAT?! is this some fucking sick joke?

Like an anorexic chick putting on a strip show

No shit, oh bitch, go and let them nips show

Let me see a pole flip and then throw it back

[?] back bone when I take it back home

Heard I made that ass fat, I'm a fuckin rap pro

Let's go!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: A Twelvey]

Man I came to bring the pain

Twelvey spittin' flames

Live from the 212, with my A dollar gang

AP Audamar

Running like a viking back

Instagram with the flow

All the hoes liking that, Recite it back

Run it back, Play it over (play it over)

Ace set everything, my young nigga's taking over

Pop Rex make ya' soda

Loud it's a roll up

Cooking up some shit Ty Dash screaming hold up

Rosay what it do? True niggas make ya moves

Came to give ya hell, for the pleasure and the principal

Kick it by the school, trappin' in the frat house

Gorgeous Motherfucker gettin' pussy like it's a cat house

Blow the back out, Didn't bring the stacks out

Then she got a trean, everybody bring in the stash house

Carolina blue jays, shit is like stack house

Sippin real slow but a nigga's on the fast route

Last year this time, I was on some low shit

Last year this time, ya'll was on some ho shit

Body after body I'm a 12 gauge shawty

Toast to the mowi cause I know that God has got me

[Chorus:]

Huh, Man I came to play

I ain't talking bout no games today

Man I'm tripping on the fame today

Man I aim to spray, I step back and let the flame away

I set it off. [x2]

(Yo, I think I took to many of those. Yo Ash how many was I supposed to take? I think I'm fucked. Heh

[Verse 3: Chip Tha Ripper]

Walk into the most expensive strip club with my dick out

Pissed a fist full of change and knocked that bitch out

Today was my first day at work I brought yo dish out

Clip my toenails over your plate to watch you fish out

Pictures of greatness. Now, show me wear the cake is

I'm a take it and Shove it all in the lawmakers faces

Doing what you feel can be unreal

I looked up and spit like half a meal

Pictures of my old crib hanging at my new crib

Raps and hoes, besides those I don't do shit

Tryna do it extra cool, don't fuck with the stress

Louie condoms, Girl come get Fucked with finase

MY school kids are pimpin, they sellin choclate bars

Me and my niggas up in this crib and we some choclate stars

You said I fell off, my money said that bitch a liar

How you sleeping on chip if your matress on fire?

Tonights the night that will change your life girl

All you gotta do is give him what he like girl

Allota head and a alotta shut the fuck up and chill

Mabey a 25 and 2 viagra pills

[Hook]

[Verse 4: YP]

Let's roll the flame up

I didn't came up

When you steady going up they wanna hang ya

But, I ain't worried until they read my verdict

I'm a promise I splure it because, I feel I deserve it

I get more from flippin the burgers

Move from a worker to the chairman of my own operation

You could get under, I throw a party and bitches think it's a slumber

Some chicks that spent the night, but, I never gave them my number

I'm young hefner, a couple cuties to measure

Houndred and 12 weigh it up, it's nothing extra

And when you murdered the pen they wanna test ya

Just don't make me black yo eyes like a professer

Don't you know I'm wanna them guys? go check the records

Have me getting clappin like the end of a lecture

I'm good in the empire you part of it, then you lucky

They call me Yp, but in the city I'm like nucky

Ripples can't believe it and haters feel the same

They don't care about the grad

They juices of minute maid

I tell them all the time, "get out get paid"

You here for the lang haul or only just a phase?

[Hook]

Golden Midas lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Boldy James, Nico Segal, Greg Landfair Jr. of KTD)

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]

Y'all done fucked up now

Y'all sucked the sun out this motherfucker

Looking like one dark cloud

We been off for a while

But we just get to started

Let that feeling rub off right now

I'll say shit out loud, and you aren't really retarded

You just wanna go along with the crowd

It's ok, don't pout - we're not breaking the law

We gonna sort it all out right now

I'm in the mode of you gotta go hard and trust no one

Sleeping on the floor, cause homie, you never know when

You lay low, stay low, and keep firing

Cause you know it's lame as soon as you hear sirens

Move in silence but be all ears

Don't listen to the talk because it's all fear

It's right here, it's thoughts, it's idears

It's off the Mark Walberg dog, it's our year

Let's start the party, Hoorah and ah yeah!

All we need is some mid [?] and malt beers

I be jumping up on chairs

Telling everybody I'm the brand new Paul Revere, like

[Hook]

Only the truth gets spit...

[Verse 2: Boldy James]

All my guns got hairpin triggers

You Spongebob Squarepants, yellow-bellied niggas who square dance

Don't stand a chance against my concrete

You Taliban when them doors slide on that caravan

No more Mr Nice Guy, feel my wrath

Cause nice guys always finish last

Say hello to the bad guy, goodbye

Catch the holy ghost when I get you baptized

And prayed over, it's nap time

Tec 9, hollow tips, bottle cap size

And give you a makeover: flatline

For them 9s, them splits, and them halftimes

Last time you see a bad guy like me

Icy with a mag under my white T

Hook, line, sinker, cast iron

Reppin the [?]

Insurance lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. ZZ Ward, Rockie Fresh, Blu)

[Asher Roth:]

Last night took a trip down to the corner store

Needed rolling papers, bag of chips, and a granola bar

Cruised the aisle for some chocolate and coconut water

When he burst in told the counter to open the drawer

Stuck the piece to his teeth as he insisted

"If you know what's good for you, I think that you should listen"

But he didn't, attendant was resistant

That's when he flipped the switch and said "I guess I'll pick off the store"

He turned around and searched the store with frantic eyes

Of course he locked on mine, I was the only one inside

Come on kid, it's time to go for a ride

Flashed his piece and me and said don't you be trying nothing

Tied and blildfolded threw me in the trunk

Stunk of gasoline and stale cigarette butts

I'm thinking "fuck man, fuck man, this is just my luck"

My stomach telling me this be my last one

Think to myself what the hell I could have done

Should have run

Yeah I bet it wasn't a loaded gun

Breathing heavily speeding up over 70

Settled on dead meat, don't even believe in heaven, B

Then 20 minutes at least, when tires screech

Oh please, police, but my hope has gone weak

Opens the trunk, "get up, " he tells me

Walk a couple paces then throws me to my knees

[Hook: ZZ Ward]

I ain't even try to hurt no one

See it ain't my finger on that trigger

Visualize but I ain't got none

Now I paid my bail but it just got bigger

Silence gimme sugar try to run

But it just got worse, now I just can't reverse

It's a target sitting on my back

The cops on me, yes I'll never be free

[Rocky Fresh:]

Okay there's substance in my reefer raps

They getting heard across the map

I'm running shit, take a lap

Sleeping on me, take a nap

But know them dreams about me bad

Knowing I'm awake getting money that you never had

I'm doing what I want so homie I ain't never sad

Do what makes you happy even if it makes them niggas mad

And they gonna talk about you, at least you staying on their mind

Tell them to get off your dick and to get up on that grind

Trying to keep up with me, they just gonna get left behind

Homie I'm the fast forward, make you want to press rewind

I keep them on the chase, knowing that I'm in first place

I keep up with my pace, you should keep your sneakers laced

We breaking ankles, crossing over, sneakers you can find

That gold up on me, Rolly homie, saying it's my time

And don't try to fuck with my plans

Catch a bomb like you trying to take a run through Iran, damn

[Hook]

[Blu & Exile:]

Damn, niggas been shot

Them pos be locking up the team and shit is hot

For your home block it's no more weed and no more rock

My pockets hurting, heard you eating, what you got

Driving in circles, make a leaner with my watch

I'll speed and fuck at the cops

I'll keep your cousin watch, I'll steal it

And my Glock's out swerving

Hawks caught us by the place where we were surfing

And brought us in cause we ain't have insurance, fuckers

[Hook]

Hard Times lyrics - asher roth (feat. Kids These Days, Casie Veggies)

[Hook:]

My mother told me never to tell, a dirty old lie

My mother told me never to sell, and just to get by

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]

It's been a long damn summer

And I've been working by the furnace, fire burning

An inferno with a purpose, feeling like I don't deserve this

Like I've been cursed, I don't need your sympathy

Although I know you know it hurts - it ain't perfect

Life's not no nursery rhyme

It's as much of a blur as it is our whole lifetime

And that's fine, I'm a ride with it, take my time with it

Never underestimate the power of the blindness

Yes, your highness. Follow your instincts

Fingerprints ain't always gonna match the logistics

Little bit different, it isn't yet typical

Won't always do to others what you wish was reciprocal

My brothers and sisters all the way out there in Liverpool

I feel you a hundred numbers [?]

Don't ever fall in love, cum in somebody's number two

You may call it dumb but true

You know that we're coming for you: mama said

[Hook]

[Verse 2: These Days]

Lord knows I take my secrets to the grave

Til I'm in a crown, I'm on my own two

Coming straight from a chunk of cave money

King Kong crew. Swimmin in the river with a stone shoe

But I be in that bitch still kicking, I'll teach you kung-fu

Show and prove, the whole team be on the same page

Niggas telling me I'm their idol and we the same age

While back, it wasn't nothing in my mind but stay in place

Now picking bitches, calling options like I'm sayin plays

Take a picture mayne, I'm on some magazine spread shit

Hold the mic tight, I got that rigamortis you dead quick

Got some good brain on the road, I'd say head trip

Fuck her face and bust on her mouth: call her lead lip

I'm the baker, I make the bread flip

Niggas be wyling but you could talk like it's crackin

To get your eggs split

Shells drop and it's an everyday thang

It's a shame, but it's all a part of the game...

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Casie Veggies]

Young boss, new dreams

Fresh shoes, new jeans

Tell me what do you see?

Why you tryna do me?

So I had to find out, now you can't find me

Remember three years ago? Like "why you can't sign me? "

Thoughts in my mind, I can do all that times three

I grew up [?] young'un like "nevermind me"

4 '93, good time to find where my mind be

Now I tell time with gold time (peace)

My mama told me grind...

[Hook]

Ampersand lyrics - Asher Roth

"If I gave you my love

Tell you what I do."

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]

You know this shit, I grow this shit

My modus operandi is devoted to the rhyming

Take the time out to remind them

Watch your heiny right behind you

Lions hide and strike in silence

I'm giant, intertwined with Iron Mike and Kobe Bryant

Cause I am reaching new heights now that I'm defying science

I provide entire slices, all depends how big my pie is, but

I forgot the apricot

Gosh, I'm such a Roger klutz

Knocking sake back with Noblock at the opera

Na unh ma ma Babar memoir

I recall it all my dar armed in Upper Darby

Call it karma, when my alarm went off it startled ya

Finish what we started bruh

Departed down the closest road, slowly heading north, let's go...

[Verse 2: Asher Roth]

A forest of scorched Earth

Morphed into Steven Dorf

A touristy poor world

Not sure what it's even worth

Even worse, my torso's torn, between the two doors

Endorsing the core source, which do I want more?

Is it reality or fantasy? Xanax in my pantry

I supplant the frantic manic depression, utter insanity

Fans and upper management can't understand my planets yet

My plans to be a man, I can stand up

So I banished quick. My stance on this is scandalous

Fans think this is damaging. Don't let em mix your standards up

Plant your hands and handle it

This game, I put my stamp on it

Handprints in the sand, I'm like a man

I'm a scram and dismantle the can that they crammed me in

Get By lyrics - Aher Roth (feat. Nico Seagal of Kids These Days)

[Hook]

I’ve been drinking a lot 

I’ve been smoking a lot

I know I will get by

I’m gone make it this time [x2]

[Verse]

Drink my drink 

Smoking weed

Laying low floating free 

I tell you like they told me 

Yo money doesn’t grow on trees

If it did, I’d be good 

I’d be rich, I’d be set

I’d be in some island 

With vagina, high nah 

Sippin red 

But instead, paying rent

Money spent, money lent

Money, ends, a couple friends 

Yo what the fuck it don’t make sense 

Smoke a joint

Let it be, let it breath, let it lead

What could they be telling me?

Exactly what it’s supposed to be.

[Hook x2]

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, let me roll let me roll up, roll up, roll up...

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, let me roll up, roll up, roll up

[Hook x5]

Not Meant 2 Be lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Nathan Santos)

Sometimes I can't help but wonder why

Why that can't be me

Why that can't be I

Do I have to cheat?

Do I have to lie?

Do I have to steal?

Do I have to rob?

Why do problems always start with the good guy?

If I was a prick would I be on top?

Million dollar homes, Million dollar yachts

Corner office and my secretary hot

Wait a second, I think definetly not

My integrity is the only thing I got

Being selfish going to get you a couple of stocks

Leave you broke though when everything has stopped

Order to succeed, One can only try

What you really need you can never buy

So I breathe deep how I spend my time

The way I see it, we was only meant to die

The shiny things are only temporary

Is the wardrobe really necessary?

Can it go with you to the cemmetary?

Will it grow from you when you gone and buried?

Yea to be alone can be truly scary

Is it better though to be getting married?

Now you got a kid, mortgage on a home

Car payments, list just goes on

You just wanna live, make it on your own

Pile up the debt, where did you go wrong?

Now it's gotten bad, time to hit the road

Stuck inside the track, working to the bone

Guess I should've known, guess I could've seen

It was all our hopes, It was just a dream

Best to let it go, Time to be free

Know that in the end it wasn't meant to be

Running Away lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Nathan Santos)

[Verse 1:]

A cold war

Colder than four Coors

Extorted and sold short

Curious, poor George

Fury is four

And this is the floor

It's like the story of the tortoise

Or delivery stork

Ultimate warrior

More Mickey Rourke

It's been reported there's a shortage of the barbecue pork

I try to ignore it like somebody who snores

But it's important

Can't afford it

Like a four door sport

"I'm euphoric, "

I retorted

I've been bordered up by border

I'm a sort it out in order

I don't need your support

I don't give a shit

Not interested in anybody's listening

Do it for the gist of it

It's just what my condition is

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[Verse 2:]

And yeah I'm having trouble sleeping

It's definitely my fault

Is it another reason I'm completely in downfall?

Maybe it's just the season

Mercury rounds off

Right on my mid heathen

Yeah I'm secretly "wow, Roth"

Telling me this is freedom

Then I need you to vouch for it

Feel like life teasing me

Feeding me South Park

Fighting to keep the peace

Maybe need to get out more

This machine cheats

Time to even the route score

Stuck in the downpour

Alone and I'm outdoors

Hoping that it won't keep going though

Moving the doubt for

Realer than who you keep around

Sure to look out for

So you can tell it's found

Never leaving without yours

I sure

[Chorus]