Running Out
I keep running out of my health (Emotional) hey
I'm starting to lose myself (Emotional) hey
Is my life coming to an end? I can't pretend it's not
Am I living in hell? What did I do that's so wrong?
What did I do?
They don't point the finger unless it's right at you
Used to the bad guy role it's nothing new
Waste my all, motherfucka I'm toxic
I'll lie through my teeth, I swear the rest of me is honest
Bitches will play you
Players might hate you
Haters gone fake you
Fakers replace you
Circulating in a circle, going on a streak like Michael
With the masks on, python, sly mother fucker with the rage
Fetters on my ankles, breaking out of all the fucking chains
Problems going back and forth, catching onto all the waves
Been in the zone way too much lately
Can't you tell by all these fucking bitches who play me? Hey, see
Stuck within them all like I can't run out of Macy's
Took a couple years, but I'm building my safe spot
This is my home here in the fucking music
I ain't gonna drop it you're gonna have to pick it off, off, off
I keep running out of my health
I'm starting to lose myself, hey!
I'm starting to lose myself (Emotional) hey
Is my life coming to an end? I can't pretend it's not
Am I living in hell? What did I do that's so wrong?
What did I do?
They don't point the finger unless it's right at you
Used to the bad guy role it's nothing new
Waste my all, motherfucka I'm toxic
I'll lie through my teeth, I swear the rest of me is honest
Bitches will play you
Players might hate you
Haters gone fake you
Fakers replace you
Circulating in a circle, going on a streak like Michael
With the masks on, python, sly mother fucker with the rage
Fetters on my ankles, breaking out of all the fucking chains
Problems going back and forth, catching onto all the waves
Been in the zone way too much lately
Can't you tell by all these fucking bitches who play me? Hey, see
Stuck within them all like I can't run out of Macy's
Took a couple years, but I'm building my safe spot
This is my home here in the fucking music
I ain't gonna drop it you're gonna have to pick it off, off, off
I keep running out of my health
I'm starting to lose myself, hey!
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Writer(s): Chad Rowlette
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