Lyrics
*chain sounds*
Finally free, I broke the chains and praise this new life
High, speed, night, young
X, weed, bags, put them in the trunk
High, speed, night, young
X, weed, bags, put them in the trunk
Yeah, ya-ah, gotta run (Runnin', runnin')
Run (Runnin', runnin')
Gotta run
Kinda miss it, but I know it's bad for me
Step out in Christian, I love the Dior on me (Dior)
Ran thru a bag, they know my coke clean (Coke)
I'm with shaman, pourin' up pure Codeine
I hate it, really hate it, I can't hear a word you saying
Five digits, that's insane, man, this shit is turning lame
Turn this shit into a rave, I can save it, let me save it
She was crazy, got away, I'm so glad that I escaped
Feel like tideman BNO, on the keyboard, writing code
Pourin' kratom on the road, out in London for a show
Where you at? Don't let me go
Where you at? Just hold me close
Leave me alone, don't give me hope
Guess I'm never coming home
High, speed, night, young
X, weed, bags, put them in the trunk
Yeah, ya-ah, gotta run (Runnin', runnin')
Run (Runnin', runnin')
Gotta run
Kinda miss it, but I know it's bad for me
Step out in Christian, I love the Dior on me (Dior)
Ran thru a bag, they know my coke clean (Coke)
I'm with shaman, pourin' up pure Codeine
If i fall asleep, I will wake up
To another bad dream
And i should face it that is solely my fault
I have walked so long theres no chance
That ill stop
I should just cut it off
I didnt mean u no harm
For you cut off my arms
You know i did my part
Possible to believe
When i was 23
Now its a different time
I need to pick up my life
Cuz for you i gotta fight
High, speed, night, young
X, weed, bags, put them in the trunk
Yeah, ya-ah, gotta run (Runnin', runnin')
Run (Runnin', runnin')
Gotta run
Kinda miss it, but I know it's bad for me
Step out in Christian, I love the Dior on me (Dior)
Ran thru a bag, they know my coke clean (Coke)
I'm with shaman, pourin' up pure Codeine
Hey
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah