100m Marathon ft. Chiva Foo & Kuna Lyrics

You say it's a long race

Erase the pride saving face

I know it's hard to wait

Runners running past on a straight, forward

Not straightforward to be straightforward

No foreword for me to prepare for it

Just be how it is, farther how it was

Ran past loss, passing it I was the Point God

Listen

Dish it out, couldn't take it back

Now I take it back to when you were singing on your tracks

Dead aspiration, that we ran into cul de sac

Now we lap back around, the culture trapped

Big cycle, of course we gon get lapped

Cause we can never run faster than a cyclist

Bucket list long of things I really want to touch

Made even longer, legacy is way too much

Hard to keep afloat, on his rope I want to clutch

But when my nose underwater he play double dutch

Stamina, low

Like the bar we was raised on

I mean Tuscon wetter than their love bond

Hard to stay strong when you're straying from the road he stayed on

Based on

Reasons

I ain't even ready to go disclose

I am this close to closing up on this show

That's inheritance, no choice to say no

Maybe he and I are two trains on one railroad

Bongiorno like lil' bitch I'm Brad Pitt

I'm that bitch licking product off the plastic

I'm plastered, empty bags until I'm blasted

Facial hair like catfish, sipping calpis

And some sake bruh

My new girl looking like she does pilates bruh

A few pearls, swear the worlds my fucking oyster bruh

Don't think she like me, thought we might be, she a pisces bruh

It's all about the timing

I'm falling out of liking you

Alike to you but these bars maybe me just trying to lie to you

I'm finding just sight of you enticing bruh

Remember memories and fucking light em up

Saw a taxi might just have to slap a bitch

Get on a knee for you, I call him Colin Kapernick

I'm more than accurate

You left me like an activist

The fact is this, you dropped my fucking ass without a packing list

Before we was hooking up had her ex nervous

Give it a month and see if the check working

Thought she'd be shotgun until the next service

Hold up we roll up and then we get swerving

Hands up on her like I'm doing CPR

Cannot relive that shit unless in sepia

I gotta foggy memory, sip on grog like it's meant to be

You methamphetamine, stick her in me and better me

They ask how much you got left in the race

You know I got a royal flush so I'll end in the ace

I'm number who baby

Shed blood but I'm feeling kinda blue lately

Said I'm behind you, I guess I'm number 2 lately

You laying down know I'm picking it up

Cause I made friends with the ground till my heart stayed tucked

But my heart be on my sleeve when it's my arm she clutch

Back to moving all militant cause I'm meant to be different

I'm a son of an immigrant ain't no ass I can kiss

They made our clocks work then they move they hands for a tick

Used to hard work till they got a son in the mix

Love is blinding you lose sight of what needed a fix

I'm sorry mama if I needed a fix

I'm never worried bout my aim there's no one that I miss

I was told the deep end was the best way to swim,

I freestyled the jump in and got lost in the wind, uh

Tried punching the clock I got a fist full of chin

I washed my hands it's how I learnt I could sink

Looking over my shoulder I never had no one's to sit on

Can't let my heart spill so I keep the lid on

But that's when it starts to boil

I never let you go man I hate the way I'm loyal

So I'm staying hopeful thinking dawg you probably hate all

I got the blackest of cues I hit the eight ball

And fuck a season man my heart be coldest in the summer

Mama told me you a find a way you finna love her

So, what's the difference in a loss and defeat

I found you when I found what I don't wanna be

Yeah

I found you when I found what I don't wanna be