runnin' out Testo

morning dust's cool blue
like a chalk on a pool cue
it's all clicking like the ice cubes, in my glass
the splash of a tin roofs raindrops, bone dry when all of the pain stops
it always burns my throat
when a pride is swallowed

from the bottom of the bottle, or the barrel of a gun
i would take a shot for you
i will never run
i won't run out (2x)
i'm like the bar full of rum, or the room full of doubt
i'm like the skies at sundown, behind those watered down clouds
i won't ever run out