Gone Running

Listen up I’m gone running
trying to get away from you
you ain’t never treat me right
there ain’t nothing I can do

Grabbed my coat and split
I’m so tired of you shit
I really did seem right
when we made love Tuesday night
I won’t be sitting at you table
as long as my legs are able

When you come home at three
you’ll only find a note from me
I was nice enough to write it
said I’m down at the market
you’ll be waiting for dinner and a beer
I guess I shoulda said I’m outta here

I didn’t wanna hear no crying
make start to mublin and lyin
so I put my feet on the street
and walked into the heat.

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