Running running (x2)

I keep

(x2)

Can't stop

Look, my share of demons, still let 'em in

Ring the doorbell, cause I'm bored as hell

They say the turtle will win the race

And I'm looking good with the tortoiseshell

I'm 45 with the .45 and it's pressed hard to my temple

They think I'm rich cause I'm kinda famous but things are not that simple

An ex-junkie, a drug addict, with bad habits that haunt me

I stay away from girls I like, have to question why they would want me

The pain I feel I just can't hide so I put it into my music

And lowkey, Covid ain't nothing to me, always been a reclusive

That he's self-abusive and self-destructive, my darkness feeding my art production

Aye, I still love animals, people are cruel and deceiving, do not laugh

Crazy pain with the razorblade while I'm sliding into a nice hot bath

Running and running but I'm going nowhere cause I haven't figured out where I should be

I know I make greatness, I'm far from that fake shit, but demons in my head are fighting with me

Already made it, thought I was excited, but i ended up being worse than before

Inside there's a war

Wanted to find a new high, my life became going to score

7 grand worth of blue pills, there's a weeks worth, that is deep hurt

That's a hellhole, jumping feet first

When I should've prayed till my knees hurt

But now I'm back, gray facial hair

With crow's feet, it's a rebirth

Running running (x2)

I keep

(x2)

Look I can't stay in one place for too long, I get too anxious

I was young, I was dumb, all my friends were crazy gangsters

Moving weight wearing Gucci, girls very boujee, with the big crazy bankroll

Now I'm just wearing my own brand, OMG, I am very thankful

There's a maniac that's inside of me but he's in a cage and I hid the key

And people that's not in my life anymore you can all die, don't mean shit to me

I don't care about my past history, I'm too busy now making history

I've suffered enough of my own sins, that's enough pain, enough misery

So hungry I am malnourished, so now I'm eating so I'll flourish

And all of you so-called 'friends,'

Straight clowns, you'll all perish

Aye, so many scars in my back, so many scars in my back

Still think there might be some broken blades in there

I'm having a nightmare, I'm not even taking a nap