| When I see you I see you man
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| When you got I t you got I t
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| Yah
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| Arose from the ash with the passion
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| One shot so I’m blasting do away with the fastin
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| It’s time to eat run till I lose feet
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| I’m a make it for the nights of lost sleep
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| Never a problem I’m steady mobbin
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| I’m hella good hit me if you need the job done
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| Y’all thinking I’m the latest and the greatest
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| Version of a heaven’s dream gunning with a head of steam
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| Jersey in the rafters I’m after my grime all time
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| I been on my wave you niggas been buying your time
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| I ain’t worked this hard to be the same OG
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| You blame on me you niggas need to blame OG’s
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| And never died motherfuckers want the same old smoke
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| I’m never in here or don’t fix i if the game ain’t broke
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| Green did so much dirt I can stain your soap
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| Ups and downs I been around but I remain your dope
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| It’s green
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| Running from this crazy place I need somewhere to hide
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| Think I know them but sweet taste of freedom on my mind
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| Wondering where I should go I don’t know, should I even try
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| I just keep my hands high and I run into the sky
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| Listen I been thinking I been reminiscing about some different shit
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| Member gunslingers and real killers never through us we was just for kids
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| Now we’re older, one is wiser
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| Is it true you been running with the same clique?
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| Just some gunslingers and real killers but you realer and they ain’t shit
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| I see better in the mornin'
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| I can see danger in the daylight
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| It’s all around me I’m climbing
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| I’m trying to get up above it all today and just stay out the way
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| Running from this crazy place I need somewhere to hide
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| Think I know them but sweet taste of freedom on my mind
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| Wondering where I should go I don’t know, should I even try
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| I just keep my hands high and I run into the sky
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| Bag man I’m a trip homie I’m fallin'
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| Baggie jeans, burner phone, it’s ma callin'
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| Bags under my eyeballs, I’m ballin'
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| Bagage up in the backseat, I’m all-in
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| Tall thin, wall-eyed, see it coming
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| Don’t speak, it’s no doubt, that low humming
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| You hearing cause i ain’t grounded
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| Birds fly south I’m stretching out nigga my third eye
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| Been blind, three times, crazy shit
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| Sick a lufic a missile up and a many with it
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| Many diddity flip the switch and the monster walk
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| Nuts and bolts grindin', no covfefe talk
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| To quoute a white supremacist
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| It all be funny if that fuckboy wasn’t president
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| But such as it is, black bodies learn to fly
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| It’s high knees to wrong high and I’m running to the sky
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| Oh I keep Runnin' (runnin'), runnin' (runnin') runnin' to the sky
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| Oh I keep Runnin' (runnin'), runnin' (runnin') runnin' to the sky
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| Oh I keep Runnin' (runnin'), runnin' (runnin') runnin' to the sky
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| Oh I keep Runnin' (runnin'), runnin' (runnin') runnin' to the sky |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Running To The Sky, artist - Moe GreenAlbum song Collin EP, in the genre Саундтреки