Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Runnin', artist - Khrysis
Date of issue: 31.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Runnin' |
Runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away |
Runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away |
Yo, around that time when Common asked could he borrow a dollar? |
That was the question that my uncle was askin' my momma |
He said he’d bring it back tomorrow, don’t worry he promise |
And tell her that he kicked that habit, I wish he was honest |
See I was living with inner city that didn’t show pity to anybody |
But really, you silly thinking you make it out it |
Maybe if I was lucky could make it to city college |
Scheming to leave these black streets like Dave Hollister |
See I’m pushing more keys than Captain & Tennille |
I was watching Cosby wishing I was Theo |
You see, he had Cockroach, I had cockroaches |
And when my friends over I hope they not notice |
Just food for thought just some place to put your plate on |
They shooting up the playgrounds and the places where we playin' |
Group of niggas come around asking what block do we stay on |
Runnin' for our dear life, beggin' momma can we stay home? |
Nowhere to go |
Just me and my friends |
Runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away |
Nowhere to go |
Hope to see tomorrow |
Runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away |
I was ditching high school when Kanye dropped The Dropout (dropout, dropout) |
Pop, pop in then we pop out (pop out) |
We just wanna wild out when it’s hot out |
Got a homie who on lockdown, cops caught him with the Glock out |
Young, black and ignorant |
Public places belligerent, pouring liquor and sipping it |
Chilling with women and get a little bit |
Reading these girls' minds but all my niggas illiterate |
Backseat lovers, hoping I got rubbers |
Hoping I don’t slip and make a daughter and mother |
Something I can’t wish, she ain’t my main chick |
Only thing I can’t hit is a 7/10 split so |
Stay in your lane, the frame of mind when you from the gutter |
Life a game, or Bingo the way it’s callin' numbers |
This all that matter, watch out where your head at |
Headlights out -- rat tat tat tat tat tat! |