Lyrics Runnin' - Tha Mack

I'm sorry momma
I'm fucked up from the trauma drama
Life of walking wit homies strapped wit llamas
The world obsessed with commas
People wit em, people gettin em
People living check to check
Invested in lives of k*nye west
Time to throw that yay away like Kim k
Find a better way, no Pete dave
Got flowers takin roots, and blooming from an early grave
The life I'm swervin from mane
Gotta keep my head on a swivel
Cuz these killas packing pistols
This ain't football they don't stop when the official whistle
They throw bullets at tha opps like missiles
Don't stop banging till they kill u
These lil killas feelings empty
Shooting first they pre emptive
Children of tha lost gen 1
They be fucked up from tha life they living
They was given
Didn't choose when you shit with nothing to lose
But everything to prove
To big dudes on tha block
Why did we look up to the ones wit stacks n rocks and cars that drop
And then we tear it out tha plastic when tha album drop, so hot
When the last time anyone seen clipse
Wit a brick?
Still on king push mind doe you can't take his hustle out that shit

I'm sorry momma
I'm running from my problems
I'm running from my problems
I'm running from my
Sorry momma
It's time to face it
I can't force or fake it
Take me eun he bailey

I'm sorry for the things I've done.
I'm sorry for what was said
I'm sorry for these words I write
While lying here in bed

The thing I need to tell you is
You mean so much to me
But it hurts so much to realize
There are things that you don't see

I wanted you to love me too
I wanted you to care
I wanted to belong with you
I wanted to be a pair

But you made it fairly clear
That you don't want the same
And this, I know, is all my fault
There's no one else to blame

So here I am apologizing
Saying "sorry" with all my grace
And I'm sorry to say that I'm too scared
To say this to your face

Every time I see your photo It brightens up my day
I wish I could tell you
But I have no words to say

I scribble down these lyrics then I tear them out the page
I crumple it all up and then I toss them out my way

Tha pain of lying bout my pain
Pretending like it's all okayy
The strain is frying up my brain
It's such a mental drain
To rap bout your love in vain

Got me feeling several ways
Got me fascinated with tha grave
Got me tryna change my ways
Got me always smoky haze
Got me losing track of days
Got me making release dates
Got me getting too much hate