Songtexte Run - D-Rae

Like honestly, the thing is-
So much crazy things happen and-
And sometimes I'm convinced that I'm sleeping
But I'm not sleeping y'know?
And-
And like-
Trying to balance like-
Trying to just like-
Equate everything
Is-
Is one thing I just don't understand
You know?

I got debts and I got issues
I got paper but it's tissues
Problems big, just like my Dad's shoes
I don't fit but I might have to
Ammo, aim, but I still miss you
Leave, eschew
You got tickets, yeah I'll take two
Tryna leave but I won't run
Living everyday I know my problems they will come
Trying to balance life just like the moon does with the sun
I'm a little boy I'm trying to make it with my drum
I wanna take a trip, get out of here but I won't

Stay either
Trying to get cleaner
Trying to get neater
Trying to get beamers
19, sick, no teenage fever
My heart's cracked, like Justin, Beiber
Where I'm from they're kind but meaner
Background check, green stripes, Nigeria
She was good, Life was better
But she switched, took her to cleaners, whoa
Life gets worse before it gets better
Then it gets worse again I know
I gotta suck it up, 'cause it comes full circle
Circles, squares and shapes like whoa
Shapes, yeah I gotta shape up
So shaved off with no make up to suave up and go
Suave I mean, tryna run, hide leave
Tryna float in space, need a place to-

Y'know, bad things happen
And I know they happen because they-
They are supposed to shape you and make you better
Or like better than who you are
Or who you were before but like-
How long will bad things happen
Before something spectacularly good happens y'know?

Suicide, yeah I thought a hundred times
A little scared to do it
I don't want to see you cry
I know you call my line,
Ask me if I'm still alright
I mean to say all the truth
It just comes out all as lies
Cause I know that you smile outside
But I don't know how you are inside
I hope it goes both sides
I hope my little bro is doing alright
I hope that he's still opine
I hope I'll be alright

I got debts and I got issues
Problems big, just like my Dad's shoes
Ammo, aim, but I still miss you
You got tickets, yeah I'll take two
Tryna leave but I won't run
Living everyday I know my problems they will come
Trying to balance life just like the moon does with the sun
I'm a little boy I'm trying to make it with my drum
I wanna take a trip, get out of here but I won't run
Living everyday I know my problems they will come
Trying to balance life just like the moon does with the sun
I'm a little boy I'm trying to make it with my drum
I wanna take a trip, get out of here but I won't run

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