RUNNING PT 2
I'm suspended in denial
I had claws that I defiled, bitch i'm running, running
Running, running, running, running
Spending checks in every aisle
Take a step then back a mile, bitch I'm running, running
Running, running, running, running
I fell down way too many times
On the real, don't know how many more I got in me
I'm too weak to take a step, and much less a leap
I need somebody to come and get to fixing me
I know got laughing up there while he testing me
And it's wild, feel like everyone got faith in me
I'm just bugged out, feel like something aching me
And my name is set in stone under a rest in peace
Always been me versus me
Now I'm bouta make the jump
Might fall on a cushion, or I fall into a dump, I don't know
Don't how I'd miss the dunk, I feel like Bron
Blaming someone else, when there's no one else around
Had a glow up, now I'm learning how to grow up
I could show off, but sometimes you gotta show up
I'm too iconic for a 9-5 I know it
My mama can't have done all this for me to blow it
I'll hit the pavement teeth first if I'm complacent
It's either number one on Billboard, or I don't want placements
It's not the fame, the hoes, or money that I'm out here chasing
Chasing comfort from the problems I been out here facing
Fearing to fight, I been fearing my life
I been needing to smile for a little minute
Got one more try, tumbling on the sidewalk
Headlight on my eyes, that's just how I'm feeling
Bitch I'm running, running, running, running, running, running
Bitch I'm running, running, running, running, running, running
Bitch I'm running, running, running, running, running, running
Bitch I'm running, running, running, running, running, running
Tuck and turn on every corner, hiding from myself
I'm going crazy, feel like I'ma spiral out this world
I'm too tired, I been running long from all my feels
Just wanna run where can't nobody find me for a little, for a little
Fearing to fight, I been fearing my life
I been needing to smile for a little minute
Got one more try, tumbling on the sidewalk
Headlight on my eyes, that's just how I'm feeling
In Oscar Wilde's Ballad of The Reading Gaol he states
Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look
Some with a flattering word
I'm writing at the back of my old report card
I'm ready to go now
Strapped like a m'fucking sports bra
Head tall, I know I'm on my own now
Watch what I'm brewing now, watch what I'm doing now
The shit that I'm putting out, and the pressure I'm through it now
I'm not taking me out the race
You gon need hot glue to keep me in place
You gon need more than demons to break my soul
I'm a Kobe not a Pau Gasol
I'm a Messi, not a Ronaldo
Work and talent with a lot of control
I'm an anomaly, you got the memo
And fuck the East and West coast, I'm from the North Coast
And shut yo mouth fore I give you a real mouthful
And fuck the beat, but I watch it with my popcorn
I don't lie, that's just how it goes
If I tell you I'ma take the game by the balls (you know how it goes)
Got my fist up and we ain't running out (uh)
Fuck your feelings, I don't need all them lies (uh)
P-put the work, and see how it's coming out (uh)
First the bars, now onto Rolling Loud (uh)
Scream my name (FLOCKO)
Bitch I'm renowned (uh)
Push the agenda we the new sound in town (uh)
Push the got more rolling out (uh)
Push the agenda we not turning back now (now, now, now, now)
I had claws that I defiled, bitch i'm running, running
Running, running, running, running
Spending checks in every aisle
Take a step then back a mile, bitch I'm running, running
Running, running, running, running
I fell down way too many times
On the real, don't know how many more I got in me
I'm too weak to take a step, and much less a leap
I need somebody to come and get to fixing me
I know got laughing up there while he testing me
And it's wild, feel like everyone got faith in me
I'm just bugged out, feel like something aching me
And my name is set in stone under a rest in peace
Always been me versus me
Now I'm bouta make the jump
Might fall on a cushion, or I fall into a dump, I don't know
Don't how I'd miss the dunk, I feel like Bron
Blaming someone else, when there's no one else around
Had a glow up, now I'm learning how to grow up
I could show off, but sometimes you gotta show up
I'm too iconic for a 9-5 I know it
My mama can't have done all this for me to blow it
I'll hit the pavement teeth first if I'm complacent
It's either number one on Billboard, or I don't want placements
It's not the fame, the hoes, or money that I'm out here chasing
Chasing comfort from the problems I been out here facing
Fearing to fight, I been fearing my life
I been needing to smile for a little minute
Got one more try, tumbling on the sidewalk
Headlight on my eyes, that's just how I'm feeling
Bitch I'm running, running, running, running, running, running
Bitch I'm running, running, running, running, running, running
Bitch I'm running, running, running, running, running, running
Bitch I'm running, running, running, running, running, running
Tuck and turn on every corner, hiding from myself
I'm going crazy, feel like I'ma spiral out this world
I'm too tired, I been running long from all my feels
Just wanna run where can't nobody find me for a little, for a little
Fearing to fight, I been fearing my life
I been needing to smile for a little minute
Got one more try, tumbling on the sidewalk
Headlight on my eyes, that's just how I'm feeling
In Oscar Wilde's Ballad of The Reading Gaol he states
Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look
Some with a flattering word
I'm writing at the back of my old report card
I'm ready to go now
Strapped like a m'fucking sports bra
Head tall, I know I'm on my own now
Watch what I'm brewing now, watch what I'm doing now
The shit that I'm putting out, and the pressure I'm through it now
I'm not taking me out the race
You gon need hot glue to keep me in place
You gon need more than demons to break my soul
I'm a Kobe not a Pau Gasol
I'm a Messi, not a Ronaldo
Work and talent with a lot of control
I'm an anomaly, you got the memo
And fuck the East and West coast, I'm from the North Coast
And shut yo mouth fore I give you a real mouthful
And fuck the beat, but I watch it with my popcorn
I don't lie, that's just how it goes
If I tell you I'ma take the game by the balls (you know how it goes)
Got my fist up and we ain't running out (uh)
Fuck your feelings, I don't need all them lies (uh)
P-put the work, and see how it's coming out (uh)
First the bars, now onto Rolling Loud (uh)
Scream my name (FLOCKO)
Bitch I'm renowned (uh)
Push the agenda we the new sound in town (uh)
Push the got more rolling out (uh)
Push the agenda we not turning back now (now, now, now, now)
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