I ran from the tide. Won't let you hide. Won't let you hide. I drop beats from this processed meat. For a conversation a meditation and. I cut waves like some unborn sage. Just like terrorists on a day of rest singing. I ran from the tide. Won't let you hide. Won't let you hide. I break bones stealing mobile phones. And I'm cuttin deals for these homeless meals. Making idle threats using chinese burns. As you load my head with the Grateful Dead singing. I ran from the tide. Won't let you hide. Won't let you hide. I ran from the tide. Won't let you hide. Won't let you hide