A lot of people I know
Or everyone, maybe
Just feels a great uselessnessYou just, I mean, you′re a human being
And, and, uh, it's all so big, you know
The world is so big
And there′s, and like everything is just so
Untouchable and unreachable
That they just wanna do something
That they can be a part of
And they can, they can, like, mold
And they can make
Running, I go back
Running, I go back-back
Running, I go back
Running, run, run run
Running, I go back
Running, I go back-back
Running, I go back
Running, I go back-back
Simmons my shoes and over me
All of my jeans mean much to me
I guess your time is luxury
We should rewind, pull back the seats
But your chain so heavy
Look still fine
Head so messy
Give it some time
Prada be the devil to my angel
Take your shoes off, they must be painful
Now
Only if you wanna go and do it
I won't ever have to make you do it
Only if you wanna go and prove it
Promise me that you will never lie
I could buy things that you would like
Dolce & Gabbana on a bag
Put Balenciaga on a cap
You can push your boy to the side
You know I could a better guy
Double-Cs is hanging over you
Only if you're telling me the truth
I don′t really talk
I′m the type to go into it
And I'm pretty much sure
That you′re fucking with a minuteman
Every time he try to get it
You stay, you stay intimate
So much you can adore
But you're over there losing it
Well, baby, let me show you how I drive
I can take you home on a Friday night
You can turn the lights off by your side
I guess that′s the way we like it
Promise me that you will never lie
I could buy things that you would like
Dolce & Gabbana on a bag
Put Balenciaga on a cap
You can push your boy to the side
You know I could a better guy
Double-Cs is hanging over you
Only if you're telling me the truth
Running, I go back
Running, I go back-back
Running, I go back
Running, run, run run
Running, I go back
Running, I go back-back
Running, I go back
Promise me that you will never lie
I could buy things that you would like
Dolce & Gabbana on a bag
Put Balenciaga on a cap
You can push your boy to the side
You know I could a better guy
Double-Cs is hanging over you
Only if you′re telling me the truth
Running, I go back
Running, I go back-back
Running, I go back
Running, run, run run
