Running back I'm really out on the field all my haters been talking while watching from
Bleachers
Cut em off- Sick of the ones who wouldn't listen, repeating myself like I caught some amnesia
Stuck in the ocean of time Can't let your guard down
The sharks pullin up, you start bleeding
Hand in my pocket not trustin a soul
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
Running back I'm really out on the field all my haters been talking while watching from
Bleachers
Cut em off- Sick of the ones who wouldn't listen, repeating myself like I caught some amnesia
Stuck in the ocean of time Can't let your guard down
The sharks pullin up, you start bleeding
Hand in my pocket not trustin a soul
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
I been stabbed in the heart many times I cried, hard as hell and ain't nobody know
Little me, got laid to rest held a funeral twice and ain't nobody show
My heavenly angels keep me surrounded Protected by all of my demons below
That's how I been burning a print of my steps in the ground when I walk everywhere that I go
Watched him change on his man, knew that boy was a hoe
They still ask for my last when they knew I was broke
I keep praying but never have begged for no mercy
That lesson was planned cause he knew I would grow
Suffer in silence, I ask for advice No surprise when I saw that ain't nobody spoke
I do my dirt dirt low, I dress in all white I don't stink cause I do all my dirt on the low
Running back I'm really out on the field all my haters been talking while watching from
Bleachers
Cut em off- Sick of the ones who wouldn't listen, repeating myself like I caught some amnesia
Stuck in the ocean of time Can't let your guard down
The sharks pullin up, you start bleeding
Hand in my pocket not trustin a soul
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
Running back I'm really out on the field all my haters been talking while watching from
Bleachers
Cut em off- Sick of the ones who wouldn't listen, repeating myself like I caught some amnesia
Stuck in the ocean of time Can't let your guard down
The sharks pullin up, you start bleeding
Hand in my pocket not trustin a soul
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
They crazy as hell if they think that I need em
BoldBeats - Hand In My Pocket Lyrics
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Running back I'm really out on the field all my haters been talking while watching from
Bleachers
Cut em off- Sick of the ones who wouldn't listen, repeating myself like I caught some amnesia
Stuck in the ocean of time Can't let your guard down
The sharks pullin up, you start bleeding
Hand in my pocket not trustin a soul
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
Running back I'm really out on the field all my haters been talking while watching from
Bleachers
Cut em off- Sick of the ones who wouldn't listen, repeating myself like I caught some amnesia
Stuck in the ocean of time Can't let your guard down
The sharks pullin up, you start bleeding
Hand in my pocket not trustin a soul
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
I been stabbed in the heart many times I cried, hard as hell and ain't nobody know
Little me, got laid to rest held a funeral twice and ain't nobody show
My heavenly angels keep me surrounded Protected by all of my demons below
That's how I been burning a print of my steps in the ground when I walk everywhere that I go
Watched him change on his man, knew that boy was a hoe
They still ask for my last when they knew I was broke
I keep praying but never have begged for no mercy
That lesson was planned cause he knew I would grow
Suffer in silence, I ask for advice No surprise when I saw that ain't nobody spoke
I do my dirt dirt low, I dress in all white I don't stink cause I do all my dirt on the low
Running back I'm really out on the field all my haters been talking while watching from
Bleachers
Cut em off- Sick of the ones who wouldn't listen, repeating myself like I caught some amnesia
Stuck in the ocean of time Can't let your guard down
The sharks pullin up, you start bleeding
Hand in my pocket not trustin a soul
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
Running back I'm really out on the field all my haters been talking while watching from
Bleachers
Cut em off- Sick of the ones who wouldn't listen, repeating myself like I caught some amnesia
Stuck in the ocean of time Can't let your guard down
The sharks pullin up, you start bleeding
Hand in my pocket not trustin a soul
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
They crazy as hell if they think that I need em
Bleachers
Cut em off- Sick of the ones who wouldn't listen, repeating myself like I caught some amnesia
Stuck in the ocean of time Can't let your guard down
The sharks pullin up, you start bleeding
Hand in my pocket not trustin a soul
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
Running back I'm really out on the field all my haters been talking while watching from
Bleachers
Cut em off- Sick of the ones who wouldn't listen, repeating myself like I caught some amnesia
Stuck in the ocean of time Can't let your guard down
The sharks pullin up, you start bleeding
Hand in my pocket not trustin a soul
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
I been stabbed in the heart many times I cried, hard as hell and ain't nobody know
Little me, got laid to rest held a funeral twice and ain't nobody show
My heavenly angels keep me surrounded Protected by all of my demons below
That's how I been burning a print of my steps in the ground when I walk everywhere that I go
Watched him change on his man, knew that boy was a hoe
They still ask for my last when they knew I was broke
I keep praying but never have begged for no mercy
That lesson was planned cause he knew I would grow
Suffer in silence, I ask for advice No surprise when I saw that ain't nobody spoke
I do my dirt dirt low, I dress in all white I don't stink cause I do all my dirt on the low
Running back I'm really out on the field all my haters been talking while watching from
Bleachers
Cut em off- Sick of the ones who wouldn't listen, repeating myself like I caught some amnesia
Stuck in the ocean of time Can't let your guard down
The sharks pullin up, you start bleeding
Hand in my pocket not trustin a soul
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
Running back I'm really out on the field all my haters been talking while watching from
Bleachers
Cut em off- Sick of the ones who wouldn't listen, repeating myself like I caught some amnesia
Stuck in the ocean of time Can't let your guard down
The sharks pullin up, you start bleeding
Hand in my pocket not trustin a soul
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
I done seen how it be in the dark, got em creeping
They crazy as hell if they think that I need em
Writer: Tyrone Rhodes
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