Ne-Yo - Run/An Island Lyrics
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    Run/An Island

    [Part 1: Run]

    [Intro: ScHoolboy Q]
    Breathing Chronic in my system
    Watching your body hypnotize me from your rhythm
    Put that thing up in my kitchen
    See your body type's to carry on tradition
    You and jeans open doors, key, keys to a Porsche

    [Verse 1: Ne-Yo]
    Shawty get a buzz
    Shawty get a buzz from ending relationships
    Shawty sexing flesh, hips, thighs and her breasts made to get ya
    She bad enough to make you write her number on the back of your girlfriend's picture

    [Pre-Chorus: Ne-Yo]
    She got a walk like she stalking prey
    Them killer curves and that pretty face
    And she gon' make you do what she say
    Licking them lips, swinging them hips as she walk your way

    [Chorus: Ne-Yo]
    You better run, run for your life
    You better run, run for your life

    [Verse 2: Ne-Yo]
    Shawty get a thrill
    Shawty get a thrill from making a nigga beg
    Set 'em up, turn 'em out, knock 'em down, it's just that simple
    Shawty make love like a drug or a shotgun straight to the temple

    [Pre-Chorus: Ne-Yo]
    She got a walk like she stalking prey
    Them killer curves and that pretty face
    And she gon' make you do just what she says
    Licking them lips, swinging them hips as she come your way

    [Chorus: Ne-Yo]
    You better run, run for your life
    Oh oh you better run, run for your life oooh

    [Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
    Hips movin', yo ass pokin', young neck breaker
    Dress stretching, eyes sparkling, you a breath taker
    Heart stopper, need a chart topper
    Groovy Q meets Big Pimpin'
    St. Laurent for your Spring clothes
    Red bottoms, you need those
    All the things I do for you, oh
    Got a private jet for two, oh
    Yeah, we taking off or we can land in Rome
    Pull away without the roof
    All these things I do for you
    How these bras come out the blue
    God built you like a temple
    How your body drive me schizo

    [Chorus]
    You better run, run for your life
    You better run, run for your life oh oh

    [Spoken Outro]
    Drowning in a sea of groupies, buckets and scallywags. Clinging to sanity by a thread, suffocating
    When suddenly he spots her
    Sexy and classy attire, very little makeup
    Weave on point, buying her own damn drinks
    And as the thot waves keep crashing
    And attempt to bring my man down, behold sweet salvation
    An island, Integrity Jones

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