Текст песни Running 100 Miles - future

I got gas I cut the cheese
Im playing good luck Chuck instead of
just Jessica Alba I spit an entire album fuck
It's sick in seven days let it ripened
Im spending seven day straightened writing
I'll delighted from every thing is enlightened
Im flowing light as a feather stiff as a
board I'm bored paying your room an board
Rap game I'm on the day one the
personal director position just listen in
I never had a life now I'm finally looking at something tight
I see you I see you
All aboard