Distance - Puneet Sagar, Master Prince & Rahul Appie

I don't wanna only call your name when I'm brokenhearted, yeah I already know how much I've got to lose, oh, ooh-oh, oh I don't wanna have to crash and burn to be where we started, yeah I don't wanna ever need a map to you, oh I've run so far, been so high I'll chase the sun 'til I die But I ain't gonna keep my distance from you Yeah, I already know what distance can do If I let you get away, bury me today Yeah, I ain't gonna keep my distance from you (oh, yeah) I'm so good at walls, good at lies, putting up my fences, oh, yeah I'm human as it gets when it comes to you, oh, yeah Looking in the mirror, seeing a man with a million faces, ooh, no But every single one, they know the truth But I ain't gonna keep my distance from you Yeah, I already know what distance can do If I let you get away, bury me today Yeah, I ain't gonna keep my distance from you I've run so far, been so high I'll chase the sun 'til I die But I ain't gonna keep my distance from you Yeah, I already know what distance can do If I let you get away, bury me today Yeah, I ain't gonna keep my distance from you (oh, yeah)

How many gats in the slacks be showin'? Betcha that the man downtown be knowin' Wacks turn to beef when the gangsters meet Son of a slave master keeping it goin' Goin', goin' Goin', goin', goin', goin' How much do you want for that real dope beat? (How much?) Another A&R man, lyin' through their teeth Son of a slave master, meet and greet There goes the publishing and you're back on the street (Back on the street) 25 thousands like selling it free Seems like a lot next to poverty How much you really want for all them beats? Son of a slave master keeping it goin', goin', goin' All the gates of Henry uncovered your past Checkered like a Nascar flag, vroom, moving to fast Betcha if you had your way you'd turn back the hourglass What an A-S-S Son of a slave master keeping it goin', goin', goin' Don't come to the party unless you bring somebody (hey) Somebody that wants to dance Somebody that wants to make sweet romance (We still got) mad love for ya Even though, even though really don't know ya Black on black crime, Abel and Cain You would think high yellow would be a shade (oh) A 21st century is still about greed and fame I'm about, I'm about to go insane (want to go insane) Somebody call 911, then leave his name, leave his name Son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a slave master Son of a, son of a son of a slave master (master) Still runnin' game, yeah, she's still runnin' game, y'all Yes, she is, runnin' game, oh, still runnin' game, you'all Runnin' game, runnin' game Runnin' game, runnin' game