Running Away from Mods
Johnny Long Johnson

Verse 1:
Yo, Jesussy, thought you had it made,
Always begging for mods, thinking you’d invade.
Now you’re running away, like a thief in the night,
Came for the clout, but you lost the fight.

Claiming you’re tough, but where’s your backbone?
Hiding in shadows like a dog with a bone.
You cried for the power, thought you’d hold the throne,
Now it’s just silence, man, you’re all alone.

Verse 2:
You wanted the spotlight, you wanted that fame,
Look at you now, man, you’re hiding in shame.
From all of your lies, can’t you take a stand?
You wanted the mods, but it slipped from your hand.

Thought you were clever, thought you were sly,
But now you’re the joke, can’t even deny.
Running from pressure, man, what a disgrace,
Now nobody remembers your once-famed face.

Verse 3:
You called out the wolves, expecting a pack,
But they turned their backs, now you’re under attack.
Begging for mercy, but it’s way too late,
You played your cards wrong, now you seal your fate.

Where’s all your bravado? Where’s the heat?
You turn tail and run, can't accept defeat.
You wanted the mods, thought you'd take control,
Now you’re dodging the heat, can’t even enroll.

Verse 4:
From the forums to chat, you wanted to reign,
But now you're the joke, can’t you feel the pain?
Your name’s in the dirt, all the slander and grime,
You begged for the modship, now you’re lost in time.

Every move you made, like a pawn in the game,
Thought you owned the board, but you’re hiding in shame.
You faked all your bravado, we see right through,
You ran from the clash, that’s your own residue.

Verse 5:
So here’s my advice, take a good long look,
You wanted to play, but got caught in a hook.
You chased for the glory, but it vanished so quick,
Now you're just a memory, a lost little trick.

The mods that you wanted, they slipped out your hands,
Now you’re left stranded, with your empty plans.
Your cries for acceptance, fell flat on the ground,
In a world full of noise, you’re the lost and found.

Hook:
Running away, oh, Jesussy, what’s the deal?
Always begged for mods, but never knew the real.
You thought you had the game, thought you played it right,
Now you’re running away, like a thief in the night.

Playing with fire, but now you’re burnt out,
You wanted the fame, but now there’s doubt.
Running away, oh, Jesussy, just see,
You wanted the world, but it’s never easy.

Running away, oh, Jesussy, what’s the deal?
Always begged for mods, but never knew the real.
You thought you had the game, thought you played it right,
Now you’re running away, like a thief in the night.