Lyrics:
running, runnin wild
Time is running, runnin wild
And I don't wanna wake up one morning
Thinking about all I've been missing
Chorus
So If you're ready, we
you knew right like
(I just hope that you know right)
Six shooters on three dirt bikes
Fifty cal grip i think your type like
(Fifty cal I think it your
people think about me
what they think about me
I'ma do my thang
But for now I'm gonna drink my drink
Like it's my favorite thang my thang
I don't care what
people think about me
what they think about me
I'ma do my thang
But for now I'm gonna drink my drink
Like it's my favorite thang my thang
I don't care what
to end this night
Just let it go, until the dawn cuz
I cannot shake you off my mind
You’re up inside and running wild
And now were all having the
Time
to end this night
Just let it go, until the dawn cuz
I cannot shake you off my mind
You’re up inside and running wild
And now were all having the
Time
What a movement, the rap solution
It thumps so hard we got 'em world wide usin' them
Tracks from Black for satisfaction
The role of captain played by
played by Samuel L. Jackson
Yo ill insanity that's cold and morbid
But when I'm in your orbit you soul absorb it
A real raw nigga won't fold or forfeit
talk about the old times ya feel
When I believed the whole world
Could be mine for real
But now it's harder to believe I'll get some sunshine
Think about
The one they leave
You wonder why?
It's something like…
The call of the wild
Of the wild!
A hidden spirit
It can reveal
The reason of life
Are you feeling
And then let's go
Wanna see some paintings
Italian fresco
Made it to the Menil
Right off of fifty-nine
Ended up looking at Rothkos
Hues by Yves Klein
She
the name of the game out on the street, that's how it goes
They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger"
It ain't about whose gun is more bigger,
Surrounded by fake love
They talk about me behind my back
And then they dap me up
What type of pussy shit is that
You boys just crack me up
And all
It's a trife world, ain't gon be nasty, you a nice girl
Liz Clayborne dresses, diamonds to white pearls
Wild thing though, do lot of things low
the days, but let's just say five
Years, coming of age, it make you blow by your day job
So cry for me, wild for me
It's a horror story, eyes 20/20s that
compare me
Some of these rappers got a bigger pussy than the octomom
And yo, ya-uh-yeah!
Thinkin' about takin' it to another level
I'm from another
why they hate
Cause ima make it there's no mistaking
Lost creation why I'm forsaken
Cause I'm creating another station
Cause I done did this shit by
Watched my homeboy die, day by day body tired
Remember, I finally accounted before he expired
They tell me there's a peaceful place, I want to see it
super duper dooder cud
All up in the mix like yeah, nigga what?
Boy, I Stay blazed like Broadus
Even If I never said it
You should probably know this by
Mama's cookin' in the kitchen
Dad is workin' in the yard
Back when dreams were had by wishin
And the times weren't quite so hard
Older sister's in
Search the skies
People of the morning
Thus consumed by their work-a-day
Do run about here and there
They stagger in the evening liquids – They do
a Japanese brand.
You’ve told me all about it
But I don’t recall any of that
The only thing that makes me wonder
The only thing that worries me
Is not
Yeah, what's happening New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the motherfuckin ' house tonight
Know what I mean? We about to get it popping, let's
tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
Diss what? Millionaire
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