Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Running Miles , by - Hippie Sabotage. Release date: 14.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Running Miles |
| Don’t play with my money |
| Don’t play with my mind |
| Don’t play with my fucking emotion |
| I’m waiting on trial |
| It’s been a while |
| I ain’t got time for for motion |
| While you walking out |
| So I’m running miles |
| And I ain’t got time to be coasting |
| So look at my file |
| I’m counting piles |
| Of money from dreams and devotion |
| Was not know who you fucking with just me, myself and I |
| I’ve been moving all up by myself and getting to the top |
| You can’t stop what’s already on its way, so step out to the side |
| I’ve been grinding since a little kid, so I would never lie |
| I’m a motherfucking monster now, that you just can’t control |
| I just say the fuck I wanna and just do the fuck you don’t |
| You don’t understand the message, get them back to fuck up off |
| I’m a motherfucking gangsta in this business so I won’t |
| Going bye to the people that just want to see me fall |
| So go fuck yourself and all that shit cause I can’t do no wrong |
| I’m a demon, I’m an angel, I’m a god so what the fuck |
| You don’t know what I’ve been going through so miss me when you front like |
| Don’t play with my money |
| Don’t play with my mind |
| Don’t play with my fucking emotion |
| I’m waiting on trial |
| It’s been a while |
| I ain’t got time for motion |
| While you walking out |
| So I’m running miles |
| And I ain’t got time to be coasting |
| So look at my file |
| I’m counting piles |
| Of money from dreams and devotion |
| Sleeping on the ground I thought our lives would never change |
| But we try, we try, we try to get through motherfucking pain |
| Sell my life away for nothing, thought that I had just fell off |
| Stuck inside a prison for my mamma, I would not give up |
| But |
| I’m still in my zone, still with no phone, I ain’t got nothing to prove to you |
| You and your friends you can pretend that I don’t exist or amuse you |
| Say what you want I’m hitting blunts, so people you think they don’t matter |
| No one is fucked, front if you want, you just don’t know what I’m after |
| Doing sold off shows all up and down the fucking globe |
| We took nothing, made it something then got robbed of all our hope |
| I’ve been ducking, I’ve been diving and I know I’m still afloat |
| So just count me out again bitch, just motherfucking know |
| Don’t play with my money |
| Don’t play with my mind |
| Don’t play with my fucking emotion |
| I’m waiting on trial |
| It’s been a while |
| I ain’t got time for motion |
| While you walking out |
| So I’m running miles |
| And I ain’t got time to be coasting |
| So look at my file |
| I’m counting piles |
| Of money from dreams and devotion |