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Running With Scissors (2026)
Cryptid
Slow down, runner, bite your tongue
Turn it off, forget it
Clock out, brother, flick that thumb
That's enough, I get it
I'm lookin' through frosted glass
Like footage through a trail cam
Delete it, I don't look like that
That's a cryptid, or just a deer in a trap
I'm livid, dude, I'm not callin' you back
Not my business, I'm not your business
Do I look funny? Do I scare ya?
Old man creepin' on my body like a centipede, ugh
The freak is in the mirror
Grow up, eat your veggies, go to therapy
Each to their own, but you're reachin' the limit
I'm not opposed to exposing a bigot
Give me your phone, I already know I'm in your history
Little D-D-D-, hypocrite, talk about a felony
Delete it (delete it), I don't look like that
That's a cryptid (that's a cryptid), or just a deer in a trap
I'm living (I'm living) to see you fall on your ass
That's the vision (that's the vision), down with the sickness
Slow down, runner, bite your tongue
Turn it off, forget it
Clock out, brother, flick that thumb (down with the sickness)
That's enough, I get it
Slow down, runner, bite your tongue
Turn it off, forget it
Clock out, brother, flick that thumb
That's enough, I get it
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Writer(s): Robin Skinner, James Rapp
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