Running

Running every minute Running through the storm I don't think you realize What you really running from Running every minute Running through the storm I don't think you realize What you really running from All their lives they be Running, running, running, running In one place they be Running, running, running, running On treadmills they be Running, running, running, running Where to? From? They don't know Uh, uh What you running from You don't wanna get caught What, you think you right You ain't never been wrong Do you think can run Uphill on an empty Can you survive When you ain't got plenty Always tweeting all the latest On the worsest Oh, I love the way They looking in their dresses And the way their shining rocks Hit the lenses All the rides And the homes and the pets Running circles Like a hamster in a wheel Missing purpose Like an ocean on a hill Losing Focus Keep on blindly making bills Hocus Pocus You are slowly getting killed So we gotta get on up And keep on running If we drop, or stop Or someone keeps us gunning There's no limit To the endless game of wanting In one place Embrace the state of constant running So we gotta get on up And keep on running If we drop, or stop Or someone stops us gunning There's no limit To the endless game of wanting In one place Embrace the state of constant running All their lives they be Running, running, running, running In one place they be Running, running, running, running On treadmills they be Running, running, running, running Where to? From? They don't know They don't, they don't I got off the treadmill I stopped tilting at windmills Don't mind running uphill, nah One step after the other Stay in my lane Keeping it real Y'all Loch Ness, fiction, mythical Needed help, y'all ghosted - typical So fly high as moon like I'm Disney They might tell you they don't But they miss me Lookout for the knockout, no hand out Fuck bailout, fuck shit up, no pull out You washout, I'm breakout All my life I stay Running running running running No treadmills Never standing still Gotta stay ill Gotta slay shit kill Big bills Check the shoe bill Blow-my-horn bill Never gave three fs how they feel Fuck your feels for real Got so many styles Got so many skills I wanna use my power for good But don't push me still, nah, nah Cuz you and I no killer But don't push me I'm on the edge Like a suicidal hedge Fund manager with too much debt Like the American college student Or Ghana Gotta stay shining Gotta stay cunning My art stay shining Idiots shunning Blessings overflowing Like a gutter in Accra Off the belt you too Could be running the next chapter All their lives they stay Running, running, running, running In one place they be Running, running, running, running On treadmills they be Running, running, running, running Where to? From? They don't know They don't, Ey I got off the treadmill, ey I stopped tilting at windmills, ey Don't mind running uphill, nah One step after the other Stay in my lane Keeping it real