Translation of the song lyrics Runner's High - Kim Ximya, Cautious Clay

Runner's High (original)

얼마 안됐어, I hate it
These plastic bitches
I get them It’s all about the surface no deeper
망가진 몸으로 뛰는 내가 억지로 들이마시는 신은
맘 닫힌 여자들의 흥분 횟수, 딱 그만큼의 비를 내리시지
의미 없는 곡들을 쏟아내는 지랄 오늘 안에도 가능해
바로 구멍 찾기 바빠 돌아갈 맘 없는 새끼들과 다를 게 전혀
Baby, I be running crazy, I’m aiming your head
Yeah, maybe I can, you’d never understand
What this money does all these talking and gossip
물질 앞에 흔들리는 장래는 잔뜩 부풀어버린 배 안으로
부자연스러운 관심을 쑤시지만 우린 알지
Hold up, maybe you should
아니, 제발 알아듣지 말아줘
Cause I was bout to be feeding off of it
Losing, losing, losing
결국에 수식뿐인 승기는
You know what the bad music used to move with
죄다 하나같이 무늬뿐인 느낌은
지워 버리기엔 너무 넓게 번져 버렸지, 휘말릴 뿐 (losing)
If you wanna make it happen
각자의 신이 베푼 대로 걷는 수밖에 (lost, bitch keep walking)
I don’t give a dang (you do give a dang)
숨만 쉬면 돼 (더 많은 걸 원해)
I don’t give a shh about that
Motherfucking money in your bank
I do give a shit, 말은 필요 없지
난 되는대로 살아왔어
15년 이후로 말이 되는 것만 하며
계속 굴러가게끔 은수저로 뒷받침
많이, 많이, 많이 벌길 원해
가물가물 할 뿐 나의 견해
When I’m bout it, bout it, I could make it ugly
계속 걸어 갈 듯 멈춰있는 것에

(translation)

It's been a while, I hate it
These plastic bitches
I get them It’s all about the surface no deeper
Running with a broken body, the god I forcefully breathe in
The number of excitement of closed-minded women, it rains just that much
You pour out meaningless songs, it's possible even today
It’s no different from the bastards who are busy looking for a hole right away and don’t want to go back
Baby, I be running crazy, I'm aiming your head
Yeah, maybe I can, you'd never understand
What this money does all these talking and gossip
The future swaying in front of material is inflated into a boat
Picks up unnatural attention but we know
Hold up, maybe you should
no please don't listen
Cause I was bout to be feeding off of it
Losing, losing, losing
In the end, a victory that is only a formula
You know what the bad music used to move with
The feeling that everything is just a pattern
It spread too wide to erase, just get caught up (losing)
If you wanna make it happy
We have no choice but to walk as our respective gods gave us (lost, bitch keep walking)
I don't give a dang (you do give a dang)
I just need to breathe (I want more)
I don't give a shh about that
Motherfucking money in your bank
I do give a seat, no words needed
I've been living my life
After 15 years, doing only what makes sense
Backed by a silver spoon to keep rolling
I want to earn a lot, a lot, a lot
It's just my opinion
When I'm bout it, bout it, I could make it ugly
To stop as if to keep walking