You can try to run, and you can try to hide, but there's no getting out of this now. You play the role of the addicted slave who thinks he finally needs to move on from me and better his life; and yet, you always come running back to me don't you? It's a little annoying with all this back and forth, so I've taken things into my own hands. I've collected all your info, from where you were to your grandmother's last two addresses. You think you was gonna run away bitch? You're not going anywhere.