text: Yeah, Im a creative genius
  And theres no other way to word it
  I know youre not supposed to say that about yourself
  And I say things the wrong way a lot of times
  But my intention is always positive
  Youre... youre a genius, you really are
  Youre a genius
  I know
  Run my, run my, run my head
  Run my, run my, run my head
  Run my, run my, run my head
  Run my, run my, run my head
  Oh-oh
  Run my, run my, run my head 
  Run my, run my, run my head 
  Run my, run my, run my head
  Run my, run my, run my head
  Oh-oh
  Black ski, gold teeth
  Goatee, fingerless
  Blasphemous, wrists are slit
  I kissed the bitch
  Blood on my lips
  Cold as shit
  He scarred the bitch
  I grabbed her bra, and tell her she can
  She can, she can 
  Run my, run my, run my head, yeah
  Run my, run my, run my head
  Run my, run my, run my head
  Run my, run my, run my head
  Oh no...
  Cause honey we just love to sing the blues
  So listen up this ones for you