Run of Shame

I hop into my SmartCar

Heading to the R bar,

Slingin' out one-liners,

And duckin' from the minors

They be checkin' out my tank-top,

Fohawk, and all my bobs to hip-hop,

Now girl get your things, were gonna make this night a stand,

And I'm sayin right now I won't be a loving man,

Cuz

Imma

Gonna make ya

Do the Run of Shame

My pad aint near a gas station, a highway,

the road doesn't even have a name.

It's thir-teen miles in any direction,

And I hope you don't mind this minor complication

Now you may have done the walk of shame,

But baby imma a runner, so you be playin' my game,

You shoudda paid more attention as we crossed the county line,

You said you liked to jog on Sundays, so I figured you be fine,

I'd drive you myself, but I usually skimp on gas,

So get on out that door or you'll be late to class,

Cuz

Imma

Gonna make ya

Do the Run of Shame

My pad aint near a gas station, a highway,

the road doesn't even have a name.

It's thir-teen miles in any direction,

And I hope you don't mind this minor complication

As runner myself, I passed you at mile five,

You flipped me the bird to signal you're alive,

It aint my fault you're runnin in a skirt,

All I had on me was an extra t-shirt,

So I put on a smile and said see ya lata alligator,

Let me know if you need any extra toilet paper,

Cuz

Imma

Gonna make ya

Do the Run of Shame

My pad aint near a gas station, a highway,

the road doesn't even have a name.

It's thir-teen miles in any direction,

And I hope you don't mind this minor complication