I'm on the run
I'm on the run
Am I the one?
Am I the one?
Sitting is killing my back
And I'm moving to a city
I'll never look back
On all the people that believed
In the person I was
I deceive em then I leave em
In search of the buzz
I don't think that my lyrics are profitable
So I hop on and off every stop that I go
Wish the world was the same like I was a kid
Did a lot, but I think about shots that I missed
I'm kinda egoistic I do want it all
When I fall will you reach out and give me a call
Trynna make myself seem amicable
It's living hell, but I can't be mad at the bull
Or better yet Yes, ican't be mad at the door
It's not a metaphor, I just can't dabble no more
I can't write cuz I think about patterns a lot
End up ruining the beat when I spam like a bot
But apparently the people are liking my stuff
It takes hard work I'm not making enough
I demands a lot of time I'm not making it up
I get stressed and then I
Cope by blazing it up
I get lazy then my friends say I'm hanging em up
I can't do both I'm not king of the pub
I stay winning winning like the cup
I stay sipping ether out the cup
Yuh
I'm on the run
I'm on the run
I'm on the run
I'm on the run
I'm having fun
Fry close to the sun
I'm on the run
I'm on the run
I'm having fun