Running – IMNOTARAPPER. & lamuse: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

IMNOTARAPPER. & lamuse

Running

13

Hip-Hop/Rap

Utwór Running został wydany 1 maja 2020 przez IMNOTARAPPER. & lamuse jako część albumu Running - Single

Szczegóły utworu

AlbumRunning - Single

Data wydania1 maja 2020

WytwórniaIMNOTARAPPER. & lamuse

LanguageEnglish

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

BPM86

PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS

IMNOTARAPPER.

Performer

lamuse

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Anya Curtis

Songwriter

Hasseena Lamousnery

Hasseena Lamousnery

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Teardropz

Vocal Recording Engineer

Lee

Producer

Tekst Utworu

Time’s ticking and I’m getting older

My heart’s getting colder

I see you got a new shorty

Ice dripping from the wrist like a frozen sprite soda

I told ya, anything you need, I’ll be there for you

Everything I gave you, it was one of a kind

And every verse a **** spit, got one hell of a rhyme

But don’t take credit for my verbs and arrangements of word order

Tried to move away from the cause of my pain

I moved towards her

My fault, sort of

Wish I caught the hint when you threw me the message

Working at Spencer’s putting in overtime

While I’m still poppin’ as the day passes

Getting day passes

To Rolling Loud just to see if my old date passes

You say I’m crazy, well put on my straight jacket

Regardless any new bitch you find ain’t in my same bracket

I’m capable of some things you ain’t seen happen

My **** I’m calling plays, I say action, and they bag her

We used to kick it now

Now, I call and you decline, I get offended now

No it ain’t my place but I got feelings unresolved

I’m emotionally involved

With the ghost of a bitch that don’t give a fuck at all

I should get my mind right

I just feel entitled to your soul, but you ain’t mine right

Maybe you’d come running when I’m shining and my ice right

Maybe you’d come running when I finally get my price right

Maybe you'd come running if I

Maybe you’d come running If I run into you

I’m from Queens, you from the Bronx, we’ll link at one of the two

You want these **** that got nothing to do

Lowlifes they got nothing to prove

I ain’t perfect but I’m tryna improve

Impress you while I’m still in pursuit

I put a pause to all that rapping for you ****

I’m stuck being melodic for these bitches

Until I bring receipts on how ya’ll moving all suspicious

Heading out now

I don’t wanna see you if you can’t recount how

Should’ve never gave you all that love I’m having doubts now

Hitting up these joints in my catalog, I browse now

Showed you something perfect

Fed you all this love you wanna chow down

Don’t talk with a full mouth

Heart still hurts until I fold out

Booked a couple shows I’ll have it sold out

Uh, yeah, I’ll have it sold out

Drunk nights when I’m choking you out

Legs up, arms crossed when I’m eating you out

Don’t stop, yelled out, while I cover your month

You ain’t get from that ****, no doubt

But you ain’t finished with that **** no doubt

Yeah you ain’t finished with that **** no doubt

Throughout the thick and the thin

You know I’d do it again

You hurt my feelings

Can I feel it again

I must confess I can’t recommend you to another

Feeling something’s off when I was jealous of my brother

How did you have time to make me feel like I was smothered

You was fucking all these **** on the side, yo where’s ya mother

I have questions for you

When you was asking for this shit I should’ve just ignored you

I should’ve loved you from a distance ‘stead of tryin’ to court you

You see this love is like a art

Basquiat, Picasso

Yeah we been through all the high lows

I wish I was the type to grip the hollows

Scare all these **** away

I swear that they get in the way

You know that I’m feeling a way

I’m tired of running away

I tried to come to you before but you always dismissing

Don’t like to talk about your feelings well **** I get it

Trust me I get it

Don’t question my position

If anybody wanna pop, I bring smoke to the kitchen

And if my **** got a glock then he moving them pigeons

If you knew I had a rock would you give me your finger

Not the middle one, I know it’s always fuck me

How the fuck is we supposed to fuck if you don’t fuck with me

I guess the cooler the guy, you’ll cool with the guy

I know you hot

Baby girl, keep it cool with the guy

Because if not, I play the block and put the tool to her eye

Same way Roddy put the Forgis on his Jeep to just ride

Ima bypass any **** that’s brittle like dry grass

Them **** you fuck with can’t even spell high class

Smoking a pound with my degree, I call it high class

Tall ceilings see through, call it high glass

You was never my treasure, you just the ops trash

I wear designer, I ain’t thrifting for no bitch

Fuck a hand me down, I got the upper hand in this bitch

‘Cause I finally got my mind right

Old me was pressed when you declined, but now in hindsight

I see 20/20 ‘cause you never put the work in for nothing

I guess your new manager got you working for something

Written by: Anya Curtis, Hasseena Lamousnery

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