Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Runnin', artist - Starlito. Album song Fried Turkey, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grind Hard
Song language: English
Runnin' |
Yikes. |
Feeling like I’m running out of time. |
What time is it? |
No time like the present. |
Oh I’m feeling like I’m running out of time, running out of time. |
Feeling like I’m running out of time. |
Running. |
Hurry and be patient. |
Hurry and be patient. |
We just waiting on a break through but it ain’t occurred to us to keep waiting. |
What you want is what you feel farthest from, but you feel you deserve it, huh? |
I don’t feel like my nerves is numb, impervious like I’m disturb or some. |
Fast forward to a service in a church, a funeral or a court date. |
Anxiety keeps me separate, to myself. |
Getting higher by the day, reminds you of the divorce rate. |
No place like home, fourth base, slide through for a play just to feel more |
safe. |
Even though I really know I can’t avoid fate, nor ignore hate. |
I’m going through it as well, I consider myself and my music as means for me to |
motivate. |
It’s understood, sometimes good just ain’t good enough. |
That’s okay cause I know I’m great. |
I’m feeling like I’m running out of time, moving forward but I’m still behind. |
And it seems the faster I run the less I get done and I don’t know why. |
I got more money than time. |
Just trying to get more money than time. |
I’d rather put it in my rhymes than have somebody dropped down, have my body |
can find. |
Talk to my homies in the cell on the cell, someone out of time. |
Let em know I’m doing fine, I got some girls on go, let em know when they fine. |
They airing it, I’m racing myself, impatient with myself. |
I know I don’t rest cause I sleep light. |
Trying to eat right for the sake of my health. |
What’s beef like when the steaks is well? |
So high they let me gamble in a |
separate room. |
So high I’m riding next to known like eleven fifty-seven. |
Make eleven, and a fear fire sitting right next to em. |
Paranoid, like I’m on borrowed time. |
All my shit like a rest room. |
I’m feeling like I’m running out of time, moving forward but I’m still behind. |
And it seems the faster I run the less I get done and I don’t know why. |
Pacing myself and racing myself. |