Lyrics Run It Down - Jay Prince
Thank
God
that
we
here
again,
you
know
This
the
kinda
shit
that
make
you
let
it
go
Livin'
in
a
city
where
it's
hard
to
blow
But
fuck
it,
we
gon'
get
it
'til
it's
ours
for
sure
Now
we
got
it
(Got
it)
bumpin'
(Bumpin'),
run
it
down
Now
we
got
it
(Got
it)
bumpin',
it's
the
sound
Now
we
got
it
bumpin',
run
it
down
Now
we
got
it
bumpin',
it's
the
sound
Ooh-hoo,
hee-hee
La-da-da-ah,
ahh-ha
Ooh-hoo,
hee-hee
La-da-da-ah,
ahh-ha
Yeah,
what's
your
life
like?
I
been
on
my
lonely,
tryna
write,
like
There
ain't
no
more
days
up
in
this
life,
like
She
said,
"Don't
be
stressin'
in
the
limelight"
And
get
your
mind
right,
ayy
Prayers
up,
for
the
most
part
Ain't
no
chillin'
on
the
sofa
Head
gone,
head
so
far
In
the
clouds
any
minute
now
I
should
get
it
now,
I
already
told
y'all
I
been
tired
of
the
useless
I
been
tired
of
the
usin'
I
ain't
even
talkin'
loosely
Your
shit
don't
move
me
Niggas
thinkin'
it's
a
movie
I
just
wanna
make
a
move,
see
'Cause
it
gets
like
that
when
your
checks
ain't
stack
And
your
money
ain't
right
and
you
wanna
get
high
With
'em
and
then
you're
just
wastin'
time
And
I
don't
wanna
waste
no
time
I
just
wanna
get
my
money
And
I
just
wanna
live
my
life
Ain't
nobody
wanna
ride
Ain't
nobody
on
my
side
(Woo)
Ain't
no
time
(Ain't
no),
ain't
nobody
on
time
(Ayy)
Thank
God
that
we
here
again,
you
know
This
the
kinda
shit
that
make
you
let
it
go
Livin'
in
a
city
where
it's
hard
to
blow
But
fuck
it,
we
gon'
get
it
'til
it's
ours
for
sure
Now
we
got
it
(Got
it)
bumpin'
(Bumpin'),
run
it
down
Now
we
got
it
(Got
it)
bumpin',
it's
the
sound
Now
we
got
it
bumpin',
run
it
down
Now
we
got
it
bumpin',
it's
the
sound
Ooh-hoo,
hee-hee
La-da-da-ah,
ahh-ha
Ooh-hoo,
hee-hee
La-da-da-ah,
ahh-ha
Run
it
down
Take
it
a
day
at
a
time
Pray
that
we
all
gonna
shine
I
seen
the
darkest
of
days
I
need
a
spark
and
a
change
You
got
me
stuck
in
my
ways
They
pointed
fingers
to
blame
Really,
it's
one
in
the
same
thing
And
I
never
wanna
be
famous
Something
about
it
be
great
Something
about
what
I
make
I
only
feel
when
I'm
down
I
been
around
and
back
in
the
lab
I
feel
like
I'm
runnin'
around
I
need
to
be
with
the
fam
I
need
to
speak
with
my
dad
Things
on
my
mind
Thinkin'
about
everything
that
we
had
Crusin'
in
the
city,
ride
slow
Tryna
clear
my
mind
for
the
most
Okay,
it's
alright,
I
hope
Only
way
I
know
is
when
I'm-
Thank
God
that
we
here
again,
you
know
This
the
kinda
shit
that
make
you
let
it
go
Livin'
in
a
city
where
it's
hard
to
blow
But
fuck
it,
we
gon'
get
it
'til
it's
ours
for
sure
Now
we
got
it
bumpin',
drop
it,
run
it
down
Now
we
got
it
bumpin',
it's
the
sound
Now
we
got
it
bumpin',
run
it
down
Now
we
got
it
bumpin',
run
it
down
Wee-ooh,
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Wee-ooh,
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Wee-ooh,
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Wee-ooh,
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Yeah
Look
Feel
like
a
million
dollars,
I'm
tryna
holler
Rememberin'
the
days
when
you
said
that
I
was
a
goner
I
ain't
gonna
lie,
man
it
hit
me,
like
real
proper
Talkin'
on
the
phone
for
some
hours,
I
had
to
top
up
Five
days
past
it,
oh
what
a
blast
Them
days
used
to
be
the
good
days
with
my
dogs
Now
I'm
ATL
chillin'
Look
who's
back
with
a
soul
that's
different
I
don't
need
dead
weight,
show
you
what's
missin'
You
are
only
messin'
with
the
pictures,
not
chasin'
Funny
how
they
treat
you
when
your
love
is
for
the
takin'
You
got
it
wrong,
go
on,
must
have
been
mistakin'
I
ain't
even
hatin',
really
just
jaded
off
the
bullshit
(Ayy)
New
number,
new
phone,
who
dis?
(Ahh)
I
been
tryna
turn
a
new
page
I
been
around
the
world,
it
felt
great
My
buddy
on
it
told
me,
"Keep
it
25-8"
Fuck
it,
if
they
love
you
don't
worry
'bout
the
hate
Shit
gets
real
when
you
start
to
make
planes
And
that's
just
the
way,
and
that's
just
the
way
And
that's
just
the
way
it
goes
(Way
it
goes)
That's
just
the
way
it
goes
(Way
it
goes)
Ooh-hoo,
hee-hee
La-da-da-ah,
ahh-ha
I'm
really
in
the
cut,
no
shit
(No
shit)
I
been
workin'
twenty-four
seven,
no
flinch
(No
flinch)
Ride
around
the
city,
ghost
ridin'
the
whip
(Skrt)
Right
now
couldn't
give
a
fuck
what
it
is
Right
now
I
been
hearin'
all
the
same
shit
Right
now
got
me
thinkin,
"Is
this
really
it?"
(Really)
Just
a
young
black
man
tryna
get
in
(Get
it)
Tryna
put
the
pieces
to
the
puzzle,
it's
a
mix
Black,
cut
the
talkin',
put
the
muzzle
on
the
clique
Is
it
realer
than
it
is?
I
ain't
gonna
lie
We
just
tryna
make
a
dime,
are
you
down
with
the
clique?
There
for
the
'Gram,
right
here,
take
a
pic
Niggas
goin'
ham
for
the
ends
where
I
live
Bitch,
I
come
alive,
how
you
think
I
made
it
here?
They
wanna
see
you
down,
they
don't
wanna
see
you
clear
I
come
alive,
how
you
think
I
made
it
here?
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