Hostage (feat. Lina)

Running around in my head Running around in a circle Running around in my head Running around in a circle Ready set well you can't even catch him Young b boy running round with the x men Guess cause my profession I'm the stereotype But I tend to be yo stereos type May have feel in love with dancer at an Aerial height But she just teasing Aeriola And I didn't get to know her I been plucking off this quarter I been plucking off this bible If I got my own name do I still need a title Like what you gon do if it's cocked to your head Are you thinking of your idols Or your rivals Are you asking for forgiveness Are you thinking bout the life you lived Or what's coming F*ck that bullshit dog man I'm running If that boy pick me off then he gunning If I ain't no no better I'd ask God why he ain't send berettas to the crosses If life don get no better then I'm hostage Don't let them catch you at your window Running around in my head Running around in a circle Don't let them catch you at your window Running around in my head Running around in a circle Play this shit while you reminiscing Like is you even listening Play this shit while you reminiscing Like would you even listen Play this shit while you reminiscing Like is you even listening Play this shit while you reminiscing Like would you even listen Ready set well shit you can't even catch em Young b boy running round with the With the well shit it's open carry A small city kinda get scary A small city always been scary City full of madness City full of darkness So be sure if you matching that You use a light to spark it City full of matches City full of loses City full of everything Running around in my head Running around in a circle Running around in my head Running around in a circle