[Intro]
Yeah, I'm a creative genius
And there's no other way to word it
I know you're not supposed to say that
About yourself and I say things the wrong
Way a lot of times but my intention
Is always positive
"you're... you're a genius, you really are... you're a genius"
I know
[Chorus]
Run my head
Run my head
Run my head
Run my head
Ohhhhhhh
Run my head
Run my head
Run my head
Run my head
Ohhhhhhh
[Verse]
Black ski, gold teeth
Goatee, fingerless
Blasphemous, wrists are slit
I kissed the bitch
Blood on my lips
Holy shit, he scarred the bitch
I grabbed her bra and tell her she can
She can... she can
[Chorus]
Run my head
Run my head
Run my head
Run my head
Oh no