Running
(Running running)
(Running running)
(I keep running running)
Can't stop
(Running running)
(I keep)
Look
My shed demons still let em in
Ring the doorbell cause I'm bored as hell
They say the turtle will win the race
And I'm looking good with the tortoise shell
I'm 45 with the .45 and it's pressed hard to my temple
They think I'm rich 'cause I'm kinda famous
But things are not that simple
An ex-junky a drug addict with bad habits that haunt me
I stay away from girls I like have to question why they would want me
The pain I feel I just can't hide so I put it into my music
And low-key, Covid ain't nothing to me always been a reclusive
Self-abusive and self-destructive
My darkness feeding my art production
Ayy
I still love animals people are cruel and deceiving do not laugh
(Running running)
Crazy pain with the razor blade
When I'm sliding into a nice hot bath
(Running running)
Running and running but I'm going nowhere
Because I haven't figured out where I should be
(Running running)
I know I make greatness I'm far from that patient
But demons in my head are fighting with me
(Running running)
Already made it thought I was excited
But I ended up worse than before
(I keep) Inside there's a war
Wanted to find a new high my life ain't going to score
7 grams worth of blue pills
That's a weeks worth and I just keep hurtin'
That's a hellhole jumping feet first
When I shoulda prayed 'til my knees hurt
But now I'm back grey facial hair with crow's feet it's a rebirth
(Running running)
(Running running)
(I keep running running)
(Running running)
(I keep)
Look
I can't stay in one place for too long I get too anxious
I was young, I was dumb, all my friends were crazy gangsters
Moving weight wearing Gucci cloths
Very boujee with a big crazy bank roll
Now I'm just wearing my own thing OMG I am very thankful
There's a maniac inside of me, but he's in a cage, and I hid the key
And people that's not in my life anymore
You can all die don't mean shit to me
I don't care about my past history I'm too busy now making history
I have suffered enough for my own sins it's enough pain enough misery
So hungry I am malnourished so now I'm eating so I'll flourish
All of you so called "friends" straight clowns you'll all perish
Ay
So many scars on my back, so many scars on my back
Still think there might be some broken blades in there
I'm having a nightmare i'm not even taking a nap
(Running running)
(Running running)
(I keep running running)
(Running running)
(I keep)
(Running running)
(I keep running running)
Can't stop
(Running running)
(I keep)
Look
My shed demons still let em in
Ring the doorbell cause I'm bored as hell
They say the turtle will win the race
And I'm looking good with the tortoise shell
I'm 45 with the .45 and it's pressed hard to my temple
They think I'm rich 'cause I'm kinda famous
But things are not that simple
An ex-junky a drug addict with bad habits that haunt me
I stay away from girls I like have to question why they would want me
The pain I feel I just can't hide so I put it into my music
And low-key, Covid ain't nothing to me always been a reclusive
Self-abusive and self-destructive
My darkness feeding my art production
Ayy
I still love animals people are cruel and deceiving do not laugh
(Running running)
Crazy pain with the razor blade
When I'm sliding into a nice hot bath
(Running running)
Running and running but I'm going nowhere
Because I haven't figured out where I should be
(Running running)
I know I make greatness I'm far from that patient
But demons in my head are fighting with me
(Running running)
Already made it thought I was excited
But I ended up worse than before
(I keep) Inside there's a war
Wanted to find a new high my life ain't going to score
7 grams worth of blue pills
That's a weeks worth and I just keep hurtin'
That's a hellhole jumping feet first
When I shoulda prayed 'til my knees hurt
But now I'm back grey facial hair with crow's feet it's a rebirth
(Running running)
(Running running)
(I keep running running)
(Running running)
(I keep)
Look
I can't stay in one place for too long I get too anxious
I was young, I was dumb, all my friends were crazy gangsters
Moving weight wearing Gucci cloths
Very boujee with a big crazy bank roll
Now I'm just wearing my own thing OMG I am very thankful
There's a maniac inside of me, but he's in a cage, and I hid the key
And people that's not in my life anymore
You can all die don't mean shit to me
I don't care about my past history I'm too busy now making history
I have suffered enough for my own sins it's enough pain enough misery
So hungry I am malnourished so now I'm eating so I'll flourish
All of you so called "friends" straight clowns you'll all perish
Ay
So many scars on my back, so many scars on my back
Still think there might be some broken blades in there
I'm having a nightmare i'm not even taking a nap
(Running running)
(Running running)
(I keep running running)
(Running running)
(I keep)
Credits
Writer(s): Shane Ralph, Kim Lewis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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