Running Out of Time
We broke up and you took my heart
Time to move on like I need a fresh start
I told you I'm gon' make it far
And I'll make money off independent art
You stranger don't know who you are
I'm trying to move on but you making it hard
Tattoos cover up all the scars
Why is you calling me when it get dark
You calling me telling me you feeling dumb
Like I thought that you was the one
Guess not I got to run
I got to dip got to run to the funds
And you can't get none
Don't hit my phone when I'm up
I really get to the bucks
And I really do what I want
This could be us
But you busy playing with me
Too busy fucking up my trust
Don't really know is it love or it's lust
So I got that tat on my neck
Bitches I'm clapping all 10s
Then I kick her out of the bed
'Cause I'll never do this again
Girlfriend I don't need them
I'ma get to the bread like it don't matter when
Never had no one I'm used to that then
I lost my first when I went to the pen
And she trying to come back around but it's DD
These bitches ain't fucking with me
I'm too good for all of this shit
You gon' see I'm the heart of this shit
You gon' see that they all on my dick
You gon' see I got no fucks to give
'Cause you took them all
And you threw them shits out
Man that was really a sin
You gon' see how these other guys treat you
Have fun with that baby girl I will not beep you
I will not call you baby
You gon' see the true color of people
And when that day come it'll be too late
To get me back 'cause I'm in a new place
Too many racks like it's all about cake
New shawty got ass put it all in my face
I got to forget the days
When it was all okay
When you come around it's like nothing the same
How long you expect me to wait
I ain't sitting around with my dick in my hand
Bitch I got to make me a plan
Then I got to stick to it I'm in the YAMS
We in the stu and we working on jams
I'm feeling good but you fuck up my vibe
Every time you call it give me anxiety
Making me wanna get high
(But I don't do that no more ain't gonna fly)
You got to make up your mind
I'm running out of the time
You got to make up your mind baby
I'm running out of the time
(Like)
(Like)
'Cause I'm running out of the time
Time to move on like I need a fresh start
I told you I'm gon' make it far
And I'll make money off independent art
You stranger don't know who you are
I'm trying to move on but you making it hard
Tattoos cover up all the scars
Why is you calling me when it get dark
You calling me telling me you feeling dumb
Like I thought that you was the one
Guess not I got to run
I got to dip got to run to the funds
And you can't get none
Don't hit my phone when I'm up
I really get to the bucks
And I really do what I want
This could be us
But you busy playing with me
Too busy fucking up my trust
Don't really know is it love or it's lust
So I got that tat on my neck
Bitches I'm clapping all 10s
Then I kick her out of the bed
'Cause I'll never do this again
Girlfriend I don't need them
I'ma get to the bread like it don't matter when
Never had no one I'm used to that then
I lost my first when I went to the pen
And she trying to come back around but it's DD
These bitches ain't fucking with me
I'm too good for all of this shit
You gon' see I'm the heart of this shit
You gon' see that they all on my dick
You gon' see I got no fucks to give
'Cause you took them all
And you threw them shits out
Man that was really a sin
You gon' see how these other guys treat you
Have fun with that baby girl I will not beep you
I will not call you baby
You gon' see the true color of people
And when that day come it'll be too late
To get me back 'cause I'm in a new place
Too many racks like it's all about cake
New shawty got ass put it all in my face
I got to forget the days
When it was all okay
When you come around it's like nothing the same
How long you expect me to wait
I ain't sitting around with my dick in my hand
Bitch I got to make me a plan
Then I got to stick to it I'm in the YAMS
We in the stu and we working on jams
I'm feeling good but you fuck up my vibe
Every time you call it give me anxiety
Making me wanna get high
(But I don't do that no more ain't gonna fly)
You got to make up your mind
I'm running out of the time
You got to make up your mind baby
I'm running out of the time
(Like)
(Like)
'Cause I'm running out of the time
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Writer(s): John Chinchar
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