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White Rose Run Run Run

(Jack White/Mark Spiro) You always run to me Whenever she leaves you We trade philosophy But nothing can free you Too many poison arrows hit The heart

and that was to run Out through the back door of roses I ran Out where the horses were tied I picked a good one, it looked like he could run Up on his

, throw 'em up Everybody, put your hands up, throw 'em When the beat come back around, everybody do it again Do the East side run this mutha for ya, hell no Do my South side run

and right And nobody rocking like this tonight I heard,.. run around the corner ... run around the corner,.. run around the corner Run around the corner, run

, throw 'em up Everybody, put your hands up, throw 'em When the beat come back around, everybody do it again Do the East side run this mutha for ya, hell no Do my South side run

, throw 'em up Everybody, put your hands up, throw 'em When the beat come back around, everybody do it again Do the East side run this mutha for ya, hell no Do my South side run

dollars right out the pot Oh shit Egyptian, brown skin brown suede Timbs Masquerading X-rated throw blades, all occasions Round nozzle touchdown, Hagen-Daas gobbles White

like... If I was Jam Master J I'd be like... If I was a cheap clock radio I'd be like... If I was Barry White I'd be like what up ya'll I I was a nipple

When back in the day you was all about that (Sure was) Shot that ass out back in '89 Perry wearin locs and this clock of mine Rose from the dead with