Runnin (feat. Fourhead)
I heard a knock on the door
(What'd you hear what'd you hear?)
I tried to look through the peephole
(And what'd you see what'd you see?)
I know I'd seen you before
(But how you feel how you feel?)
But you ain't got words for me now
(Dead dead to me)
Four legs, beady eyes
(Little freak freak freak)
God damn you've changed alright
(What's new?)
All bark but now you beg
And if I recollect
You used to want my head
But I ain't really keep a tally on the bad things
I'm just stressing that its actually bout to repeat
You can catch me out in Cali with a bad knee
For every time I spent bending my back to my feet
I think I've seen this before
(Mm lemme think)
I think I've seen this before
Damn dog I think you really got me all
Runnin' (runnin') runnin' (runnin')
Runnin' (runnin') runnin' (runnin')
Runnin' (runnin') runnin' (runnin')
Runnin' (runnin')
Runnin' down the block
Think you really got me
Runnin' (runnin') runnin' (runnin')
Runnin' (runnin') runnin' (runnin')
Runnin' (runnin') runnin' (runnin')
Runnin' (runnin')
From spot to spot
Agh!
I said I'm runnin' runnin' runnin'
From the bottom to the top
Never running' outta problems because they don't ever stop
Coming to you for opinions? Never would I do it
You ain't 'bout an honest living, always talking bullshit
Everybody round you know it, plus they're also fluent
I just spit that real shit, that's how I was influenced
Then I take a break from talking, fiddle in my dickies pocket
Pull out a big spliff and spark it, then your wifey's lips was on it
I'm so smitten with the instrumentals
I don't got time for the sentimental
Whiff of indo flying out the window
Blowing smoke exhaling tryna let go
I got bigger things I'm stressing on
Like how to get my fetty long
Like how to write a better song
Like why are there so many gone
So I'm
Runnin' (runnin') runnin' (runnin')
Runnin' (runnin') runnin' (runnin')
Summoning my demons
Everytime I turn it up a bit
Think you really got me
Runnin' (runnin') runnin' (runnin')
Runnin' (runnin') runnin' (runnin')
Summoning my demons
Everytime I turn it up a bit
Agh!
(What'd you hear what'd you hear?)
I tried to look through the peephole
(And what'd you see what'd you see?)
I know I'd seen you before
(But how you feel how you feel?)
But you ain't got words for me now
(Dead dead to me)
Four legs, beady eyes
(Little freak freak freak)
God damn you've changed alright
(What's new?)
All bark but now you beg
And if I recollect
You used to want my head
But I ain't really keep a tally on the bad things
I'm just stressing that its actually bout to repeat
You can catch me out in Cali with a bad knee
For every time I spent bending my back to my feet
I think I've seen this before
(Mm lemme think)
I think I've seen this before
Damn dog I think you really got me all
Runnin' (runnin') runnin' (runnin')
Runnin' (runnin') runnin' (runnin')
Runnin' (runnin') runnin' (runnin')
Runnin' (runnin')
Runnin' down the block
Think you really got me
Runnin' (runnin') runnin' (runnin')
Runnin' (runnin') runnin' (runnin')
Runnin' (runnin') runnin' (runnin')
Runnin' (runnin')
From spot to spot
Agh!
I said I'm runnin' runnin' runnin'
From the bottom to the top
Never running' outta problems because they don't ever stop
Coming to you for opinions? Never would I do it
You ain't 'bout an honest living, always talking bullshit
Everybody round you know it, plus they're also fluent
I just spit that real shit, that's how I was influenced
Then I take a break from talking, fiddle in my dickies pocket
Pull out a big spliff and spark it, then your wifey's lips was on it
I'm so smitten with the instrumentals
I don't got time for the sentimental
Whiff of indo flying out the window
Blowing smoke exhaling tryna let go
I got bigger things I'm stressing on
Like how to get my fetty long
Like how to write a better song
Like why are there so many gone
So I'm
Runnin' (runnin') runnin' (runnin')
Runnin' (runnin') runnin' (runnin')
Summoning my demons
Everytime I turn it up a bit
Think you really got me
Runnin' (runnin') runnin' (runnin')
Runnin' (runnin') runnin' (runnin')
Summoning my demons
Everytime I turn it up a bit
Agh!
Credits
Writer(s): Josh Sanchez
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