Tim Kidwell - Run My Course lyrics

What thought are running through your young head Honey don't you wish I was dead I know you do You're gunna learn cos I'm your main source I ain't no measured mile I can make you run my course You better act sweet don't 'cha treat me like dirt You're 'bout to get it darlin' for all that you're worth If I have to scream 'till my voice gets hoarse I'll take no back talk lord! you'll run my course And in the night I'll make you suffer All your days are gunna rain When you think You've felt the misery I'll make you lonley just the same You better act sweet don't 'cha treat me like dirt You're 'bout to get it darlin' for all that you're worth If I have to scream 'till my voice gets hoarse I'll take no back talk lord! you'll run my course