Running Around (feat. Fousheé)

It's the weekend and I'm outta my mind
Yeah,It's the weekend and I'm outta my mind
Yeah, I was sleeping, but I ran outta time
Yeah, I was sleeping, but I ran outta time

I got my haircut and I'm ready to go
I got my haircut and I'm ready to go
I had a good thing, but I don't care anymore
I had a good thing, but I don't care anymore
No

And they used to call me a "runaway"
Oh yeah yeah
'Cause I know the drill every night and day
Running around
And you always know what they're gonna say
Oh yeah yeah
Never seems to be any other way

Running around
Running
Running
Running
Running
Running

Running out of ammunition
Don't need to fire at my oops they dig their own ditches
I put 3.50 in my tank and I drive to your bitches
Can't take a breath this life is dank it smell like old fish sticks
Such a shame innit

Smile through the pain
It's a fresh silk press in the rain
Gotta let those nuts hang
Whatever God through up I bang
I don't give a fuck 'bout a bleach blonde bad built butch body having ass thing
I barely got through Friday it's the motherfucking weekend

Don't lose faith, you are strong
Keep going on, keep going

And they used to call me a "runaway" (and they used me a "runaway")
'Cause I know the drill every night and day
We're Running around
And you always know what they gonna say ( always what they gonna say)
Oh yeah yeah
Never seems to be any other way

Running around

And they used to call me a "runaway" (and they used me a "runaway")
'Cause I know the drill every night and day
We're running around
And you always know what they gonna say ( always what they gonna say)
Never seem to be any other way