RUN TOO (Explicit)-EARTHGANG

RUN TOO (Explicit)

歌手:EARTHGANG

时间:2022-02-25

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RUN TOO (Explicit) - EARTHGANG/Ari Lennox

Lyrics by:Elan Parker/Olu Fann/Courtney Salter/Timothy Maxey/Taji Ausar/Christopher Wikes

Composed by:Elan Parker/Olu Fann/Courtney Salter/Timothy Maxey/Taji Ausar/Christopher Wikes

Yo more lighter flicks

More lighter flicks

We well acquainted at this we well acquainted at this point haha

This our first date

Well acquainted ooh

Aight let's do this s**t

Oh s**t

Yeah yeah

Dropped my phone dropped my phone

Uh I must be one of the lucky ones graded

So so credit live life lightheaded

I'm the madness to the method man

From a place without no Wu Tang Clan

But we got Ku Klux Klans all up through there hustle all we do here

Tryna make it shake 'til it's poppin' like a root beer

Made this in a leap year next year I'll be nuclear

Hella high falutin' hotboxin' two stories I don't give a f**k 'bout who here

Always been the underdog it's over for that bulls**t

Born with the skillset built up the toolkit

Got the pocket presence it's a breeze on some through s**t

Hate when n***as talk but when they see you they don't do s**t

I'm a simple man but even that can be confusing

Always said my checkered past would have 'em jumpin' to conclusions

Can't have nobody around me that ain't makin' contributions

All I do is run get high f**k and make music

Ooh what a life what a life what a life what a life this is

Who can I who can I open up to

What a life what a life what a life what a life this is

Who can I who can I open up to

I'm tired of n***as tired of motherf**kers underachievin'

Scared of they greatness wastin' they breathin'

Spoilin' blessings pissin' they chances down the drain

Sittin' on they hands and wonderin' why they situation ain't changed

I'm tired of crackers I'm tired of dealin' wit' you racist bastards

Salty asses can't focus on nothin' else but me

I'm tired of haters frightened 'bout somethin' I'ma be

'Cause my purpose got you feelin' worthless now we enemies

I'm tired of sleepin' tired of creepin' tired of h*es

Tired of hot a*s summers with crooked cops on patrol

Shawty tryna do her best said she slide down this pole

But she see my mind on I'm all alone

So who can I open up to

Probably this bottle

This sack of w**d it talks to me

We eye to eye we knee to knee

Prayin' for some s**t ain't sure if it exists huh

Yeah we lucky if we wind up with a loyal b***h

Yeah we slide out our moms how quickly we forget

Here surrounded by lies and plastic like a zip

Here hope you ain't got this image of me in your head

The chosen son the one you meet after you dead

The holy one no blemish not a stain on this linen

Picture perfect perfect image n***a that ain't how I'm livin'

N***a that ain't how I'm livin'

So go on put your fingers in the sky for the sinners

Ooh what a life what a life what a life what a life this is

Who can I who can I open up to

What a life what a life what a life what a life this is

Who can I who can I open up to

To what a life what a life what a life what a life this is

I I I wanna know

Who can I who can I open up to

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