Nowhere To Run (Vapor Trail) Lyrics - Crystal Method

Nowhere To Run (Vapor Trail) Lyrics

Nowhere To Run (Vapor Trail) Song Lyrics

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f**k that sh*t 'ya know what I'm say'n
Give a shout out to my nigga'
I ain't givin' a shout out to no f**kin' body - f**k that
Big baby Jesus in the motherf**kin' house
Ya' know what I'm Sayin'
(roof, roof)
f**k It
C'mon!

I don't walk, I stalk
Livin' foul like the Park
Shuttin' down, underground
Streets of New York
Hawk, is what the niggas call me
'Cause they all be
Suckin' my di*k
An my Muthaf**kin' balls (What!)
I know half, so I laugh with 'em
Bloodbath, when I let the f**kin' rap hit 'em
Full clip, but only half did 'em
That's all it took, another crook
Taken out, over a dirty look (What!)
I bag niggas, but niggas ?? (C'mon!)
You only takin' a f**kin' thing from me but hot lead
You know my style, f*ggot
'Cause I'm always scheming
in jail
Niggas was holding the six screaming
Police!
But you got no piece
It was just you Big Man
And a lot more grease
All I gets is pound
'Cause niggas want none of this
Backstreets are like track meets
'Cause I be runnin' this
C'mon!
Chorus:
Ain't nowhere to run ('cause I be running this)
Ain't nowhere to hide (come on!)
Ain't nowhere to go ('cause I be running at ya)
?????
Surrounded by these colors
I see crimson, black and blue
Locking open doors again
I'm still afraid of you
Light to dark then light again
I always thought I knew
Young to old then young again
What's left for me to do

Sister of the universe
Selecting me this time
I'm falling down upon the Earth
And singing truth in rhyme
If I was a rolling stone
I'd roll on back to you
And if I was a garden
I would bloom in blood for you

Ain't nowhere to run ('cause I be running this)
Ain't nowhere to hide (come on!)
Ain't nowhere to go ('cause I be running at ya) ???? is the soul

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(C'mon) Ain't nowhere to run ('cause I be running this)
Ain't nowhere to hide (come on!)
Ain't nowhere to go ('cause I be running at ya)
???is the soul

OL' DIRTY BASTARD LYRICS:
What you motherf**kers invented
Is the craziest nigger
Ever been invented
Most know him for The Ol' Dirty Bastard
I call him Jesus (Jesus, Jesus)
There is no obstacles that you have to jump
There's no walls that you have to climb
This is real
This is elementary dear
Elementary Watson
Elementary

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I ain't no pressure on your f**kin' wall
Necklace wearin' b**ch
Nigga I want this money 'til it's rich
Buy my album
Guarded by 30 Section 3
Go against the grain
I got to pee
I know you don't recognize me now
I done cocooned
How many lighting bugs
Does it take to light up a f**kin' mood?! One of 'em two of 'em
You better get the f**k up off of me
We don't need it
It gets more ugly
Business was trying to bust their ass
Trying to get away from me
When I said my real name
I call myself
Eatin' a b**ch, butthole
All the same, all the same, all the same

Ain't nowhere to run ('cause I be running this)
Ain't nowhere to hide (come on!)
Ain't nowhere to go ('cause I be running at you)
?????

What motherf**ker
Don't try to psychology my sh*t
Mother f**ker
'Cause you never psychology it mother f**ker
Never, never, never, mother f**ker, never.