[Verse]
MG on the beat
Blood on my face, I'm about to catch a case
But the only shit I caught, was the man being chased
Now he's begging for some merce
He's a victim of the curse
This man ain't no actor but I use him for a plan in rehearse
You can't yell for some help
You know no one's gonna tell
If I'm gonna burn in hell, or I'll kill myself in jail
Now he's back up on the ground
And he's running out of town
Then I shot him with a round
Now that kid is underground

[Chorus: BOSCO]
Smell the perfume all in your sheets
Your clothes and in your leather seats
And you just wanna keep running faster
I gotta keep on running past ya
(MG on the beat)
(Smell the perfume all in your sheets)
(Your clothes and in your leather seats)
(And you just wanna keep running faster)
(I gotta keep on running past ya)
(Smell the perfume all in your sheets)
(Your clothes and in your leather seats)
(And you just wanna keep running faster)
(I gotta keep on running past ya)
[Interlude: BOSCO]
(Smell the perfume all in your sheets)
(Your clothes and in your leather seats)
(And you just wanna keep running faster)
(I gotta keep on running past ya)
MG on the beat

[Outro: BOSCO]
(Smell the perfume all in your sheets)
(Your clothes and in your leather seats)
(And you just wanna keep running faster)
(I gotta keep on running past ya)