Lyrics Running Miles - Hippie Sabotage

Don't play with my money
Don't play with my mind
Don't play with my fucking emotion
I'm waiting on trial
It's been a while
I ain't got time for emotion
While you walking out
So I'm running miles
And I ain't got time to be coasting
So look at my file
I'm counting piles
Of money from dreams and devotion
Was not know who you fucking with just me, myself and I
I've been moving all up by myself and getting to the top
You can't stop what's already on its way, so step out to the side
I've been grinding since a little kid, so I would never lie
I'm a motherfucking monster now, that you just can't control
I just say the fuck I wanna and just do the fuck you don't
You don't understand the message, get them back to fuck up off
I'm a motherfucking gangsta in this business so I won't
Going bye to the people that just want to see me fall
So go fuck yourself and all that shit cause I can't do no wrong
I'm a demon, I'm an angel, I'm a god so what the fuck
You don't know what I've been going
through so miss me when you front like
Don't play with my money
Don't play with my mind
Don't play with my fucking emotion
I'm waiting on trial
It's been a while
I ain't got time for emotion
While you walking out
So I'm running miles
And I ain't got time to be coasting
So look at my file
I'm counting piles
Of money from dreams and devotion
Sleeping on the ground I thought our lives would never change
But we try, we try, we try to get through motherfucking pain
Sell my life away for nothing, thought that I had just fell off
Stuck inside a prison for my mamma, I would not give up
But
I'm still in my zone,
still with no phone, I ain't got nothing to prove to you
You and your friends you can pretend that I don't exist or amuse you
Say what you want I'm hitting blunts,
so people you think they don't matter
No one is fucked,
front if you want, you just don't know what I'm after
Doing sold off shows all up and down the fucking globe
We took nothing, made it something then got robbed of all our hope
I've been ducking, I've been diving and I know I'm still afloat
So just count me out again bitch, just motherfucking know
Don't play with my money
Don't play with my mind
Don't play with my fucking emotion
I'm waiting on trial
It's been a while
I ain't got time for emotion
While you walking out
So I'm running miles
And I ain't got time to be coasting
So look at my file
I'm counting piles
Of money from dreams and devotion