(My Name is) Cory
She takes a c-note and the D-train, and she's gone
I keep her X-box and her g-string and her iPhone
I know she's hanging out some other way
My name is Cory but the spooks all call me 29E
I'm a dead letter wrong number
You won't recall me
I got an e-mail from the g-man, and that ain't cool
He said, 'You're just another number in the gene pool'
There's a van outside The wires are frayed
The bags are packed
'You can go till it's time to stay'
He's gonna rat me out some other day
My name is Cory but the spooks all call me 29E
I'm a dead letter wrong number
You won't recall me
"You're past your prime, kid
Just do your time, kid"
It's me and JC here on E-Block with Mary Jane
I got my Facebook Got my handcream And I got eyestrain
The g-man's scared some time I'm gonna freak
The years fly by "Sunday morning's gonna last all week"
That's like an epitaph for a screen-geek
My name is Cory but the spooks all call me 29E
I'm a deadletter wrong number
You won't recall me
The Run Video (MV)
Performed By: Reid Savage
Language: English
Length: 3:10
Written by: Lucie Fitchett, Mark Bastable, Reid Savage
Reid Savage - The Run Lyrics
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(My Name is) Cory
She takes a c-note and the D-train, and she's gone
I keep her X-box and her g-string and her iPhone
I know she's hanging out some other way
My name is Cory but the spooks all call me 29E
I'm a dead letter wrong number
You won't recall me
I got an e-mail from the g-man, and that ain't cool
He said, 'You're just another number in the gene pool'
There's a van outside The wires are frayed
The bags are packed
'You can go till it's time to stay'
He's gonna rat me out some other day
My name is Cory but the spooks all call me 29E
I'm a dead letter wrong number
You won't recall me
"You're past your prime, kid
Just do your time, kid"
It's me and JC here on E-Block with Mary Jane
I got my Facebook Got my handcream And I got eyestrain
The g-man's scared some time I'm gonna freak
The years fly by "Sunday morning's gonna last all week"
That's like an epitaph for a screen-geek
My name is Cory but the spooks all call me 29E
I'm a deadletter wrong number
You won't recall me
She takes a c-note and the D-train, and she's gone
I keep her X-box and her g-string and her iPhone
I know she's hanging out some other way
My name is Cory but the spooks all call me 29E
I'm a dead letter wrong number
You won't recall me
I got an e-mail from the g-man, and that ain't cool
He said, 'You're just another number in the gene pool'
There's a van outside The wires are frayed
The bags are packed
'You can go till it's time to stay'
He's gonna rat me out some other day
My name is Cory but the spooks all call me 29E
I'm a dead letter wrong number
You won't recall me
"You're past your prime, kid
Just do your time, kid"
It's me and JC here on E-Block with Mary Jane
I got my Facebook Got my handcream And I got eyestrain
The g-man's scared some time I'm gonna freak
The years fly by "Sunday morning's gonna last all week"
That's like an epitaph for a screen-geek
My name is Cory but the spooks all call me 29E
I'm a deadletter wrong number
You won't recall me
Writer: Lucie Fitchett, Mark Bastable, Reid Savage
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid