"Run From The Good Things" lyrics

Just 'cause you got eyes doesn't mean you always see

Another stain on top of stain
A slab of pain on top of pain
Cut off of pieces of the game
We pop a bottle of champagne
Sit on the tracks, and on the train
The words you wanna are campaign
The love you lost is yours to drain

I got figure, I got ways
I wrap it around my leg
And I drag myself down the street
Through the turn, through the heat

I got figure, I got ways
I wrap it around my leg
And I drag myself down the street
Through the turn, through the heat

You always run from the good things
Never hear nobody ever say they're on an upswing
Devil wing in an up sling
You hate life, good to soak it up everything

A black bottle a black balla
I threw an 8 ball at a scholar
Some people killing all for revenge and a dollar
How many times can we hoot and holler?
Is the good life
All filth and squalor?

I got figure, I got ways
I wrap it around my leg
And I drag myself down the street