Running Songtext
von Nicotine

Running, running
I′ve been running
For so long
From what?
I don't know
It′s probably nothing
I'm running out of money
Damn I'm sure is hungry
I want my mama′s cooking
But do my mama want me?
Thumbs up on the highway
Ain′t shit going my way
I lucked up on a scratch off
That I stumbled on last Friday
I packed up my belongings
Said bye to my homies
I kissed my brother on his head
Asked him to stay strong for me


And everybody swear they've gotta know everything
But all I know is that life is a tricky game
I rolled my dice, played my cards
Flicked the spinner and
Here I am
Back at one tryin to start again

It′s cold, feelin' like a blizzard
I′m smokin' on a bleezy
I′m sippin' on that sizzurp
People keep asking me shit
That sets off my trigger
They heavyweight
I cut 'em off
Try to watch my figure
Motel 6
Shitty cable, TV dinner
Thin mattress
Itchy blankets
And thin pillows
Uncomfortable shit
I need that luxury tip
I need a way to make that money
Dying tryna get rich


And everybody swear they′ve gotta know everything
But all I know is that life is a tricky game
I rolled my dice, played my cards
Flicked the spinner and
Here I am
Back at one tryin to start again

We were fucking
You were in it
I was trippin′
Started thinkin'
About my past
And how I used to live and
All the shit my mama put me through when I was little
And how I wished that nigga would′ve pulled the fucking trigger
And how I used to chill and smoke above the Brazoz river

And I can't be
Running these streets no more
No more
My mind is fogged
Inside of this four door
Four door

And I can′t be
Running these streets no more
No more
My mind is fogged
Inside of this four door
Four door

And I can't be
Running these streets no more
No more
My mind is fogged
Inside of this four door
Four door