Runnin,
Something I fumbled like the cash,
That's on the brink of collapse,
The drug money that I relapsed,
Runnin from somthing,
The mirror, the man that i'm becoming,
I feel it, the shelter that mutes the blister,
I feel it, the subtle whisper,
From my imperfections from the front side of my reflection,
The mirror im Runnin,
Something I fumbled like the L to the T,
Thought I was street because I sold some weed,
Now they dont know me, now I dont need a hug,
Pray I make it past thirty she done weeped enough,
Take them handcuffs off my boy, he done bleed enough,
Runnin, something I fumbled like the past,
Off the cuff funna make it at long last,
Runnin, from something, the whisper,
The man that couldnt function, the shelter that mutes the blister,
I feel it God's devine healing at last, yet time passed im funna make it at long last,
LT was me before I was LB motherf*cka,
Before I even knew how to bleed,
Yeah,
Yeah,
Put your hands up
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Runnin,
Something I fumbled like the cash,
That's on the brink of collapse,
The drug money that I relapsed,
Runnin from somthing,
The mirror, the man that i'm becoming,
I feel it, the shelter that mutes the blister,
I feel it, the subtle whisper,
From my imperfections from the front side of my reflection,
The mirror im Runnin,
Something I fumbled like the L to the T,
Thought I was street because I sold some weed,
Now they dont know me, now I dont need a hug,
Pray I make it past thirty she done weeped enough,
Take them handcuffs off my boy, he done bleed enough,
Runnin, something I fumbled like the past,
Off the cuff funna make it at long last,
Runnin, from something, the whisper,
The man that couldnt function, the shelter that mutes the blister,
I feel it God's devine healing at last, yet time passed im funna make it at long last,
LT was me before I was LB motherf*cka,
Before I even knew how to bleed,
Yeah,
Yeah,
Put your hands up
Something I fumbled like the cash,
That's on the brink of collapse,
The drug money that I relapsed,
Runnin from somthing,
The mirror, the man that i'm becoming,
I feel it, the shelter that mutes the blister,
I feel it, the subtle whisper,
From my imperfections from the front side of my reflection,
The mirror im Runnin,
Something I fumbled like the L to the T,
Thought I was street because I sold some weed,
Now they dont know me, now I dont need a hug,
Pray I make it past thirty she done weeped enough,
Take them handcuffs off my boy, he done bleed enough,
Runnin, something I fumbled like the past,
Off the cuff funna make it at long last,
Runnin, from something, the whisper,
The man that couldnt function, the shelter that mutes the blister,
I feel it God's devine healing at last, yet time passed im funna make it at long last,
LT was me before I was LB motherf*cka,
Before I even knew how to bleed,
Yeah,
Yeah,
Put your hands up
Writer: Michael Albert
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