Madchild - Running lyrics
[Madchild - Running lyrics]
Running running i keep
Can't stop
Look, my share of demons, still let 'em in
Ring the doorbell, cause I'm bored as hell
They say the turtle will win the race
And I'm looking good with the tortoiseshell
I'm 45 with the 45 and it's
Pressed hard to my temple
They think I'm rich cause I'm kinda famous
But things are not that simple
An ex-junkie, a drug addict
With bad habit's that haunt me
I stay away from girls I like
Have to question why they would want me
The pain I feel I just can't hide
So I put it into my music
And lowkey, Covid ain't nothing to me
Always been a reclusive
That he's self-abusivе and self-destructive
My darknеss feeding my art production
Aye, I still love animals, people
Are cruel and deceiving, do not laugh
Crazy pain with the razorblade while I'm
Sliding into a nice hot bath
Running and running but I'm
Going nowhere cause I
Haven't figured out where I should be
I know I make greatness, I'm
Far from that fake shit
But demons in my head are fighting with me
Already made it, thought I was excited
But i ended up being worse than before
Inside there's a war
Wanted to find a new high
My life became going to score
7 grand worth of blue pills
There's a weeks worth, that is deep hurt
That's a hellhole, jumping feet first
When I should've prayed till my knees hurt
But now I'm back, gray facial hair
With crow's feet, it's a rebirth
Running running i keep
Look I can't stay in one place for too long
I get too anxious i was young, I was dumb
All my friends were crazy gangsters
Moving weight wearing Gucci
Girls very boujee
With the big crazy bankroll
Now I'm just wearing my own brand, OMG
I am very thankful
There's a maniac that's inside of me but he's
In a cage and I hid the key
And people that's not in my life
Anymore you can all die
Don't mean shit to me
I don't care about my past history
I'm too busy now making history
I've suffered enough of my own
Sins, that's enough pain, enough misery
So hungry I am malnourished
So now I'm eating so I'll flourish
And all of you so-called 'friends, '
Straight clowns, you'll all perish
Aye, so many scars in my back
So many scars in my back
Still think there might be some
Broken blades in there
I'm having a nightmare
I'm not even taking a nap
Can't stop
Look, my share of demons, still let 'em in
Ring the doorbell, cause I'm bored as hell
They say the turtle will win the race
And I'm looking good with the tortoiseshell
I'm 45 with the 45 and it's
Pressed hard to my temple
They think I'm rich cause I'm kinda famous
But things are not that simple
An ex-junkie, a drug addict
With bad habit's that haunt me
I stay away from girls I like
Have to question why they would want me
The pain I feel I just can't hide
So I put it into my music
And lowkey, Covid ain't nothing to me
Always been a reclusive
That he's self-abusivе and self-destructive
My darknеss feeding my art production
Aye, I still love animals, people
Are cruel and deceiving, do not laugh
Crazy pain with the razorblade while I'm
Sliding into a nice hot bath
Running and running but I'm
Going nowhere cause I
Haven't figured out where I should be
I know I make greatness, I'm
Far from that fake shit
But demons in my head are fighting with me
Already made it, thought I was excited
But i ended up being worse than before
Inside there's a war
Wanted to find a new high
My life became going to score
7 grand worth of blue pills
There's a weeks worth, that is deep hurt
That's a hellhole, jumping feet first
When I should've prayed till my knees hurt
But now I'm back, gray facial hair
With crow's feet, it's a rebirth
Running running i keep
Look I can't stay in one place for too long
I get too anxious i was young, I was dumb
All my friends were crazy gangsters
Moving weight wearing Gucci
Girls very boujee
With the big crazy bankroll
Now I'm just wearing my own brand, OMG
I am very thankful
There's a maniac that's inside of me but he's
In a cage and I hid the key
And people that's not in my life
Anymore you can all die
Don't mean shit to me
I don't care about my past history
I'm too busy now making history
I've suffered enough of my own
Sins, that's enough pain, enough misery
So hungry I am malnourished
So now I'm eating so I'll flourish
And all of you so-called 'friends, '
Straight clowns, you'll all perish
Aye, so many scars in my back
So many scars in my back
Still think there might be some
Broken blades in there
I'm having a nightmare
I'm not even taking a nap