Текст песни «Cal Scruby - Runnin'»

V1
Got dreams of selling out the Fillmore, #1 on Billboard
Count 100 thousand on the bed and theres still more
Tell myself I gotta get my mind right and chill more
But the bills say I gotta kill more, so line em up
Im drinking straight from the bottle, I couldnt find a cup
I watch the second-hand tick until the time is up
The time is now, I ride around with cameras on
A nice night, the lights bright, the candles long
The wick burning, I sip bourbon, the whip turning
They tried flipping the script, they only flip burgers
They dont concern us, to each his own
Im reaching high, they reaching out, they always leaching on
This here the sermon, yeah Im preaching on
They yelling amen, and Im just wishing I could save them
Driving down the road, Im the rose in the pavement
House in the hills but a house aint a home if its vacant
Its vacant, its vacant

HOOK
I know you wanna get away, I know you wanna get away
But tell me what are you running from? Tell me what are you waiting for?
Dont you know that its coming? Dont you know that its coming?

V2
I go so deep in my mind, I dont know when Ill surface
Take a breath, headfirst into something uncertain
Searching for gold; threw this away like I knew this was old
The temperature perfect, the verses are cold
Imagine that, came back with something thats brand new
If you dont stand up, how they gon understand you?
Cuz they all brainwashed, this music the shampoo
Im head and shoulders above em, I cant lose
Man to be the one chosen is something you cant choose
You gotta play the hand that youre dealt
You gotta start counting your blessings instead of your wealth
And if you tryna make a change you better start with yourself
And stop running, stop running

HOOK