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Road Runner Video (MV)




Performed By: Ok
Length: 3:46
Written by: Tyler Moore




Ok - Road Runner Lyrics




I've never been to the club, I don't plan on going
Never looked that fun and I'm a really bad dancer I'm a
Better poet amateur when it comes to the pros
Keep the cadence bouncy for all the homies and all the hoes

And let the hoes know they ain't hoes that they are great women
But the music ya'll listen to just loves to belittle them
And the music we listen to only got millions of plays
We would try something new but there's new shit every day and damn

My latest single it's got under a thousand
Every last play you know that I am proud of them
Let them stack up take them away
I'ma keep pressing on til there's food on my plate
But they say

They wanna brand new fire track
They want a girl on the cover with a fat ass
They wanna get her in the nude
Probably get them more view on youtube

They wanna blow up like any other
Dude you could find on the XL cover
I just pick a lane, hit the gas, burn rubber
Road Runner

They tell me that they got it made they tell me they rich
But they still eating ramen noodles and watching they mommas Netflix
No worries, I am too
But I don't post the fake news I be real with you I tell you what man

Ain't a damn thing changed
I'm the same broke kid stuck in my broke ways
Taking shampoo from the hotel that's free
I don't touch the mini bar cause that shit ain't cheap

Just another white kid with my white fade
And my white kid kicks and my white kid shades
Damn man I'm so unique
So glad there's not another guy quite like me

They tell me who I am I say you don't know shit
I tell them I'm my self I just don't quite what that is yet

I'm too big for the TV I'm too big for ya Billboard
I don't care about them album charts I don't play to keep score
I'll probably never get it right I'd rather keep it all wrong
I keep my middle fingers to myself I'd rather stick out like a sore thumb

You wanna blow shit up
I'd rather keep my pace
You Wile E. Coyote with the trap
I'm Road Runner with the get-a-way
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I've never been to the club, I don't plan on going
Never looked that fun and I'm a really bad dancer I'm a
Better poet amateur when it comes to the pros
Keep the cadence bouncy for all the homies and all the hoes

And let the hoes know they ain't hoes that they are great women
But the music ya'll listen to just loves to belittle them
And the music we listen to only got millions of plays
We would try something new but there's new shit every day and damn

My latest single it's got under a thousand
Every last play you know that I am proud of them
Let them stack up take them away
I'ma keep pressing on til there's food on my plate
But they say

They wanna brand new fire track
They want a girl on the cover with a fat ass
They wanna get her in the nude
Probably get them more view on youtube

They wanna blow up like any other
Dude you could find on the XL cover
I just pick a lane, hit the gas, burn rubber
Road Runner

They tell me that they got it made they tell me they rich
But they still eating ramen noodles and watching they mommas Netflix
No worries, I am too
But I don't post the fake news I be real with you I tell you what man

Ain't a damn thing changed
I'm the same broke kid stuck in my broke ways
Taking shampoo from the hotel that's free
I don't touch the mini bar cause that shit ain't cheap

Just another white kid with my white fade
And my white kid kicks and my white kid shades
Damn man I'm so unique
So glad there's not another guy quite like me

They tell me who I am I say you don't know shit
I tell them I'm my self I just don't quite what that is yet

I'm too big for the TV I'm too big for ya Billboard
I don't care about them album charts I don't play to keep score
I'll probably never get it right I'd rather keep it all wrong
I keep my middle fingers to myself I'd rather stick out like a sore thumb

You wanna blow shit up
I'd rather keep my pace
You Wile E. Coyote with the trap
I'm Road Runner with the get-a-way
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Writer: Tyler Moore
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