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

Yeah, 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

We're 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 opps, they dig their own ditches

I put three-fifty 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 throw 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 motherfuckin' weekend

Don't lose faith, you are strong

Keep going on, keep going

And they used to call me a runaway (And they used to call me a runaway)

'Cause I know the drill every night and day

We're running around (We run away)

And you always know what they're gonna say

Oh, yeah, yeah (What they're gonna say)

Never seems to be any other way

Running around

And they used to call me a runaway

'Cause I know the drill every night and day

We're running around

And we always know what they're gonna say

Never seems to be any other way

Oh my God

What?

They don't have a bidet

Are you fucking serious?