Run your, run your
Run your, run your damn jewels
Run your, run your
Run your, run your damn jewels
Run your, run, run your (RTJ)
Run your, run your damn jewels (Preemo)
Run your (yeah)
Run your, run, run your damn jewels

The jewelry lifters, the sticky finger money-getters
Grimy as crime rhymers, find dining in dive diners
"Out of line, never mind"-ers, and fuck all you guideliners (liners)
That be playing squeaky clean, 'cause we dirty as coal miners (coal miners)
Getting head, blowing purple kush, smoke to the headliners
And if El say, "You dead," then you dead, we bedtime you
Bedtimer then we leave Atlanta on airliner
Where they go? Who knows? Asia Minor or Carolina
Either way, promise po-po-pos will not find us
Different hoes, area code-code-codes, they will hide us
Different flows like a menstrual cycle, this is Michael
Sick psycho, I be feeling like life is a bit trifle
Big rifle, "Shh, don't tell your enemy shit, Michael"
But I don't like 'em, and I just wanna fight 'em, strike 'em and bite 'em
Hate 'em, bathe 'em in my gasoline dreams and just ignite 'em
Run the Jewels, we the terrible twos, so kids like 'em, yeah

T-t-terrible twos
Boy, I ain't nothing to play with
Run your damn jewels
T-t-terrible twos
Boy, I ain't nothing to play with
Run your damn jewels
Te-te-terrible twos
Bo-bo-boy, I ain't nothing to play with
Run your, run your damn jewels
Terrible-ble-ble twos
Boy, I ain't nothing to play with
Run your damn jewels

Run the Jewels are creature feature
Come meet a couple dreamer deceasers
Ether breather, your grief is a sweetest treat to eat up
Cleanup crew to the leaders of all you Peter beaters
Put a POS in a team of weepers, your guap gettin' seizured
From the top, I'm a tyrant, topple tons of these pussies
"Dead carpet event" attender, celebrity mushin'
You better off dead as a Harley varsity letter grade
I'm a "crime pays" believer-you heated? Invent a better way
Funny how you all tried denyin' us 'til the climate changed
This type of consistent flame weapon-grade, never fade
Look at how we wrecked the game (ayy), don't see it oddly
They want to Jamal Khashoggi me, they're petrified I'll never change
I'm rearranging that thing that you call a face
But fuck the law on Earth, run on up to the pigs' space
We dangerous and we paid
This is a raid, better tuck the chain

Terrible twos
Bo-boy-boy, I ain't nothing to play with
Run your damn jewels
Terrible-ble-ble twos
Boy, I ain't nothing to play with
Run your, run your damn jewels
T-t-terrible twos
Boy, I ain't nothing to play with
Run your damn jewels
T-t-terrible twos
Boy, I ain't nothing to play with
Run, run your damn (jewels)

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Writer(s): Chris Martin, Jaime Meline, Michael Render