- World Runners (feat. Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean) 歌詞 Ab-Soul
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- Ab-Soul World Runners (feat. Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean) 歌詞
- Ab-Soul
- These days Im so focused
Fast life, slow motion
These, these days Im so focused
These days Im so focused
Fast life, slow motion
Or maybe Im just a dreamer
And life is but a dream
And I would never leave her
But I bet she cant wait to get rid of me
And I be all night, no sleep, real talk go hard until the AM
You can have my shine, I give you my lightopportunities you take them
And you can take your time on your own time I be at the finish line waiting
Cause some people chase the world, other people let the world chase them, yo
We run, we run, we run the world (Get high)
We run, we run, we run this world (Yeah)
Yeah, can you hear it?
I spread love, can you feel it in your spirit?
When doves cry shit get serious
You feel like a prince in a pharaohs pyramid
Scheme turned dream turned nightmare on Elm Street
Ye aint got your heart in the right place
How the hell you plan to stay on beat, on beat?
Yeah, I put that on me
I got a gun and a good book, leave all your homies holy , moly
Black sheep, no miss Bo Peep
Motherfuck police 'til they release all of my OGs
You could lean on me 'til you Morgan Free
You dont need no sleep
Cant spell Illuminati without Lu cant spell Lu without 'u'
Cant spill blood without blue now ask yourself what is what I do
Let you put that together without glue without screw, fast life
Built a time machine in my past life, a horror story about as long as Fukushima half-life
And mostly Ill be ghost, and to talk about it have to rhyme into a flashlight
Now thats a long way from blackface track that they using for your rat race
Connected to a cat face, you can ask them pussies how a lap taste
Maybe like cookies to a monster
Running miles to the mouths of meows coming out (high plane try not to be bomber)
Full speed ahead, full speed ahead
To allow no limits, there are no limits
No limits allowed, no limits exist
Cause maybe, cause maybe
There are no limits
Go, go, uh
Yeah, no roof on the jeep with a big old chain
Niggas left for the sniff and came back for the base
You could tell he was tripping by the look on his face
No new jacks in my city
Aye, Im feeling like G money, money, money
Yeah, uh, Im feeling like G money, money, money
Yeah, no new jacks in my city
Bitch, Im G money, money, money
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