| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 87% | I'm running for it! | ▶️ |
| 88% | I'm crazy running up in death jail with a handgun Fuck a royalty of all I'm rushed through for ransom | ▶️ |
| 86% | I'm a running line | ▶️ |
| 81% | I'm feeling like I'm running, I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away | ▶️ |
| 86% | I'm a little bit mad I make too much time Wake up too much time Now I'm here to cry I'm running around the world of the night I can't find my baby I don't know when I don't know where I'm going to put the I for the mostpre Brutaleoba metTC | ▶️ |
| 80% | I'm a little bit mad I make too much time Wake up too much time Now I'm here to cry I'm running around the world of the night I can't find my baby I don't know when I don't know where I'm going to put the I for the mostpre Brutaleoba metTC | ▶️ |
| 80% | I'm running | ▶️ |
| 80% | I'm running in a dream | ▶️ |
| 88% | I peel the skin off my face like exposed to sydney's delay. My travels can destroy you, but unfortunately I have no idea where I've been. In the prison of my mind, a bunch of devices, spoons and speakable horrors to my friends. Bloodstains on my hands did not be washed away. I'm not losing it at last, you have to find myself inside or out of the furnace. I'm on the ground, all running to war in the first direction. There's no reason I have to take a few risks of your poisonous clothes and quartz from your veins. There's nothing left here to work for you, you can't handle that situation. I'm posing you inside or out. And your mere madness matters, and all that is left is a boring fucking mess. | ▶️ |
| 84% | I'm running in line so you won't have to stop! | ▶️ |
