Текст песни RunWay - Bayley
Sitting
on
a
one
way
Writing
for
the
runway
I
just
let
the
drums
play
Feeling
like
a
Sunday
groove
Shits
loose
Everyday
action
got
me
hating
all
the
moves
Can't
lose
the
momentum
Whenever
I
enter
Solo
promo
with
the
smiles
like
they
dentures
Round
me
the
universe
spins
and
it
centres
Only
got
our
future
selves
for
the
mentors
Yeah
I
need
mento
Need
fresh
breath
for
the
mic
Used
old
words
before
they
expired
Find
one
letter
in
my
songs
that
I
lied
A
for
effort
least
you
tried
like
why
I
just
keep
it
mint
when
I
write
Samples
and
drums
are
the
lint
in
a
pipe
Manual
stick
shift
spin
then
I
type
Mind
left
unlocked
yeah
come
inside
Look,
yeah
Now
I
gotta
set
the
scene
Strapped
to
the
pen
since
seventeen
Prison
of
my
thoughts
got
caught
now
they
clean
Flowed
over
dark
beats
now
they
gleam
Now
I
try
keep
it
light,
yeah
yeah
Then
it
slides
how
I
like,
yeah
yeah
Tell
me
who's
been
Buying
what
you're
sellin'?
Are
we
here
or
there?
There's
no
way
of
tellin'
Is
your
ego
tired?
Always
fuckin'
yellin'
Repellin'
And
wouldn't
it
be
nice
if
we
could
just
be
honest?
And
maybe
you'd
think
twice,
take
a
minute
from
it
Lately
I've
been
feeling
like
I
can't
stop
less
I
have
to
Following
my
thoughts
till
they're
caught
like
I
grabbed
tools
Fishing
for
the
compliments
I'm
sculpted
from
a
statue
Singing
all
these
melodies
forgot
that
I
rap
too
But
I
lack
proof
like
I'm
D12
Palpitations
thump
the
further
that
I
delve
Into
my
psyche
Calm?
That's
unlikely
Anxious
on
the
timepiece
Makes
me
untimely
said
Lately
I've
been
anxious
No
one
for
the
thanking
cause
I'm
falling
from
the
ranking
Hoped
for
a
rest
now
my
mind
is
only
blanking
All
this
confidence
is
shot
now
it's
tanking
Nihilist
notes
Only
silent
votes
No
mileage
quotes
These
violent
hopes
Only
buy
my
ropes
Like
I've
tied
these
floats
No
wire
in
spokes
No
sparks
no
rose
Or
strike
a
pose
though
Now
I'm
calm
that's
a
wrap,
aye
I
could
build
a
wall
with
the
stones
in
my
back,
wait
Acne
Lack
sober
thoughts
like
that's
only
on
the
list
I
could
get
some
ice
from
my
eyes
for
my
wrist
Keep
it
to
myself
cause
this
ain't
no
show
and
tell
Toss
the
dreams
in
the
well
sell
'em
on
for
retail
Been
split
up
the
seams
sow
it
up
for
the
shell
Yeah
I
dwell
on
a
scale
Could
paint
the
wall
with
my
nails
All
the
scratching
Like
it's
an
accident
Will
I
have
to
act
again
That's
what
gets
me
panickin'
Falling
from
the
middle
when
I've
seen
the
drop
Hope
it
resets
like
the
hands
on
the
clock
Tell
me
who's
been
Buying
what
you're
sellin'?
Are
we
here
or
there?
There's
no
way
of
tellin'
Is
your
ego
tired?
Always
fuckin'
yellin'
Repellin'
And
wouldn't
it
be
nice
if
we
could
just
be
honest?
And
maybe
you'd
think
twice,
take
a
minute
from
it
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