Tie my laces up, headed to the flo
Strut on fire, sleep no mo
Flow no mess, fade out quick
Get me lit, watch this trick
Turn that lonely shit, might lose it again, make me choose it again
Make me lose it again, watchin – when – hit herself
Because that thing has got to end
Hold her till the color fade
Her waist, her face, her taste, the bitch tapped in
Her pose, her clothes, she knows, the bitch tapped in
Her waist, her face, her taste, the bitch tapped in
Her pose, her clothes, she knows, the bitch tapped in
Shes still runnin
Shes still runnin
Endo, endo
Dont feel me
Slowly hear me, hold it, feel it
Open up, got too lated
Take this, Im no more rated
Its always apart
Its dizzy, touched down
Im still faded
You runnin out
Thats what Im talkin about
Im on a run, on a run, on
Bringing me
Im on a run, on a run, on
Im on a run, on a run, on
Im still runnin away
Her waist, her face, her touch, the bitch tapped in
Her pose, her clothes, she knows, the bitch tapped in
Her waist, her face, her touch, the bitch tapped in
Her pose, her clothes, she knows, the bitch tapped in
Shes still runnin