Runnin Lyrics

Sick of running

From my Dreams

From the drama

For the schemes

For these commas

Touch my dollars

Then you all gone

Sick of running

From my Dreams

From the drama

For the schemes

For these commas

Touch my dollars

Then you all gone

Black hoodie

Flat footed

Nigga running the game

We ain't one inna same

I been had it

You catch me ahead of the frames

You been lagging

Wreckin

Long as you learn from a loss

I accept it

Long as you loving the boss

You take credit

Told you I need the pussy now

Like debit

Real deal I'm all inna feels

And you read it

You sold me out

Wasn't pleasant how you said it

You said I wasn't ready

Full ass plate

Garlic toast and spaghetti

Know a couple dreads

Rastafarian

Supplied one bed

Rode it like andretti

My plan ain't work

Gotta try again

Plan A Plan B been too fond of me

Plan C ain't seen the light again

Imma creep no sleep

We can slide again

Cross the creek

Small leap

Down the street

Ima find her friend

Mama see it Been bleak

All week

Bones weak

Sun rise again

Getting fried again

Can you hear me now?

Like Verizon man

Fresh new paint

If you said I can't

You can wait, Wake up

Go find a can

Go find a man

That can handle all the tweak shit

We split

Hate when talkin' allat we shit

(Bitch)

Sick of running

From my Dreams

From the drama

For the schemes

For these commas

Touch my dollars

Then you all gone

Sick of running

From my Dreams

From the drama

For the schemes

For these commas

Touch my dollars

Then you all gone

Baggin the franklins

We stompin' like Kirk

Hope we ain't drankin'

Yo head inna the curb

Assuming the worst?

Ran outta napkins

I'm wiping her shirt

Ran outta earnings

I'm acting like Bert

Burning like furnace

I'm smoking the purp

Perpetrating pigeons

Goin get first

They on my last nerves

Fuck alla weak shit

Not a noun or a verb

Ain't go nowhere yet

Ain't go nowhere yet

These better place they bets

This nîgga Mac up next

Sick of running

From my Dreams

From the drama

For the schemes

For these commas

Touch my dollars

Then you all gone

Sick of running

From my Dreams

From the drama

For the schemes

For these commas

Touch my dollars

Then you all gone