Letra de ' Running ' de Nicotine

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