Runaway

Yeah, chip on my shoulder I'm riding round rarely sober

Chasing greatness and chasing more ends Before it's over I've been on the road

Road less traveled looking for closure I ain't slipping in traffic, nah I steer

Straight Everyday when I wake, it's something new on

My plate Switching routes, ten toes down, four wheels

Hug the road Tryna slide in the fast lane but it's still

Moving slow We was just some young kids with hood dreams

Thinking if i'll ever, sign me a deal or touch a mill and find peace, find a spot

In the hills Working late nights, til Im and see the

Sunrise Roam around the city in that hoopti past midnight

Was coming home late with my mama tripping I was spitting in the basement tryna make

It with my boys Neighbors complain bout the noise