Baby girl don't you know I'm on the run
If I'm outside I'm chasing for funds
I had some plans to take you to Milan
But I refuse to leave this marathon
Since day one, you should know how I rock
The grind is a sport
So I guess I'm a jock
Run to the bag
Run to the bag
No, you won't catch me up on no block
Baby girl don't you know I'm on the run
If I'm outside I'm chasing for funds
I had some plans to take you to Milan
But I refuse to leave this marathon
Work is 24 on the clock
Yeah
Work is 24 on the clock
Yeah
Caught up on my own
Reasoning, thinking bout you
Not even questioning
I know you feel the same
Fighting the temptations
I need to slow down
There just ain't not time
Where you just leave my mind
Quarantined in my home
Thinking bout you
Can't even touch your body
I really want you to
Pull up to the crib
Get lit
Spark up shit
Maybe get tipsy
& the rest is what it is
What about you...
You can't stand being alone
You text me to come through
But we both know that would be wrong
Fingers crossed
I put my hand on my chest
Just hope it won't last long
& we ain't getting no regrets
Quarantined in my home
Thinking bout you
Can't even touch your body
I really want you to
Pull up to the crib
Get lit
Spark up shit
Maybe get tipsy
& the rest is what it is