Lyrics Runway - Heroine Diaries, Wido

Runway

Treat it like a fashion, I know they wanna be me
Walking down the runway, modeling with Glaivey
Yeah, we dressed up for a nice occasion
Spinna on my hip and it hates them, got they heart racing
Treat it like a fashion, I know they wanna be me
Walking down the runway, modeling with Glaivey
Yeah, we dressed up for a nice occasion
Spinna on my hip and it hates them, got they heart racing
Wanted me to die, yeah, hit me up, it’s too late
Yeah, I know they hat me, but we own the runway
Put you in a trash can, your shit is containrs
You can please me three ways, euro, dollars, pesos
Stop walking, make me want to die
They pull up with 3s and 5s, I pull up with dirty knives
Call me Mr. Suicide 'cause I want my own homicide
Pills and water on my left shoulder, syringe on my right
Treat it like a fashion, I know they wanna be me
Walking down the runway, modeling with Glaivey
Yeah, we dressed up for a nice occasion
Spinna on my hip and it hates them, got they heart racing
If we talking pills then you know I fucking need it
I’ve been state to state, ask you girl, she be fiending
They don’t want smoke, all I hear is fucking squealing
Yeah, she broke my *****, pass the Xannies, get to healing
Why the fuck your fit so basic?
Pull up on them, leave them faceless
Fuck my home town, I’m most hated
Small town kids, ain’t been much places
Start to feel normal so I think I need the benzos
Crying like a bitch when he find out in the friend zone
Heard his new tape, I said, «Who the fuck this Bladee clone?»
Kill myself tonight just so I don’t have to be alone
(I know) I know they wanna be me
Walking down the runway, modeling with Glaivey
Yeah, we dressed up for a nice occasion
Spinna on my hip and it hates them, got they heart racing
(I know) I know they wanna be me
Walking down the runway, modeling with Glaivey
Yeah, we dressed up for a nice occasion
Spinna on my hip and it hates them, got they heart racing