Testo di Running

Running, running I've been running For so long From what? I don't know It's probably nothing I'm running out of money Damn, I'm sure is hungry I want my mama's cooking But do my mama want me? Thumbs up on the highway Ain't shit going my way I lucked up on a scratch-off That I stumbled on last Friday I packed up my belongings Said bye to my homies I kissed my brother on his head Asked him to stay strong for me And everybody swear they've gotta know everything But all I know is that life is a tricky game I rolled my dice, played my cards Flicked the spinner and Here I am Back at one tryin' to start again (woah) It's cold, feelin' like a blizzard I'm smokin' on a bleezy I'm sippin' on that sizzurp People keep asking me shit That sets off my trigger They heavyweight I cut 'em off Try to watch my figure Motel 6 Shitty cable, TV dinner Thin mattress Itchy blankets And thin pillows Uncomfortable shit I need that luxury tip I need a way to make that money Dying tryna get rich (na, na, na, na) And everybody swear they've gotta know everything But all I know is that life is a tricky game I rolled my dice, played my cards Flicked the spinner and Here I am Back at one tryin' to start again We were fucking You were in it I was trippin' Started thinkin' About my past And how I used to live And all the shit my mama put me through When I was little And how I wished that nigga Would've pulled the fucking trigger And how I used to chill and smoke Above the brazos river And I can't be Running these streets no more No more My mind is fogged Inside of this four-door Four-door And I can't be Running these streets no more No more My mind is fogged Inside of this four-door Four-door And I can't be Running these streets no more No more My mind is fogged Inside of this four-door Four-door