Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Never Run, artist - ¡MAYDAY!. Date of issue: 17.08.2017
Song language: English
We Never Run |
| They behind us now, backin' around |
| Tryna come and lock us down |
| And every other new step that I take, I’m just praying for solid ground |
| You can keep on coming for as long as you want, cause you can never have this |
| sound |
| It’s all yours if you catch us slippin' |
| For now, the night is ours and we’re manning it proud |
| We never run |
| Run, run, run |
| We never run |
| Run, run, run |
| (Yeah!) |
| (Ya-huh!) |
| We never run |
| But we surely do run things |
| My snake and bat family been known to do fun things |
| Like blacken the sun rings, snack on assumptions |
| These babble rappers madder that I’m claiming the one kingdom |
| King of the Netscape, smashing your backboard |
| Dunkin' on discussions from these two cent crack whores |
| Every bar I pen is like a hook to a glass jaw |
| My legacy’s hats off you miserable jack-offs |
| And they got the nerve to turn it down a bit |
| Cause the sound they get is counterfeit and I don’t think they proud of it |
| Not one bit, they whisper to one-six |
| And think we do not hear them, they can suck a two-ton dick |
| Opposition poppin' they lip in proper position |
| For stoppin' our commission but cannot lock a condition |
| It’s funny how they thought we were done, we just begun |
| I won’t stop until I know that we won, give me some |
| We never run |
| Run, run, run |
| We never run |
| Run, run, run |
| We never run |
| But we surely do run things |
| Scramble in Miami for them family functions |
| Handle any damage and don’t hang on assumptions |
| We strangle any angle can’t stand with no punk shit |
| I move slow when the rush hits |
| And hustle when he count sheep, lyin' unconscious |
| Me and the fam get drunk and obnoxious |
| Whenever backstage, and these places are awesome |
| How much gas in the tank? |
| How much dank in the lab? |
| How much Jack have I drank? |
| Well we burnin' oils after midnight with the band |
| We just the back of the class |
| Singin' songs for the cash |
| We living life too fast and so we always keep running, I’m a marathon man |
| I keep observing poets panic from the start |
| Tryna compensate for the fake carbon-counter part |
| But I’m never lost when he got them damaging the park |
| And we keep gettin' quicker from the sprints in the dark |
| They say there’s levels to this |
| So I’m tryna climb up quick |
| Cause the second-hand comin' no matter how well he 'quipped |
| This one’s for the ones pounding sneakers on bricks |
| Drink water cause you ain’t seen shit… |