Running - Lunar C

I’m running with it

Like an Olympic

Torch and I’m gonna get it

Until I finish

Tell 'em go mind their fucking business

Just another kid

From an underprivileged upbringing

Just bitching about the start I got in life

'Cause I want something different

Put my best foot forward

Don’t ever cut corners

Or get exhausted

Just trying to be at my best

So he don’t wanna mess

So it never gets awkward

Every mistake is just a story to tell

Or just another life lesson that you taught to yourself

It’s just water off a duck’s back

Ain’t shit but a drop in the ocean

Watching them swapping their soul for that pot full of gold

Until they find that it’s not what they hoped it was

Running with it 'til my feet ache

I ain’t worried about the he say, she say

Let them pass it on like they’re running the relay

'Cause we split cash like we won in a sweepstake

I’ve been grinding, this is not luck

Those other guys should pull their socks up

Not implying that they’re not good

They’re alright but they’re just not us

Go take a rest, I don’t have to

What about your asthma?

Got nitro cans in my Nikes, I go faster

The white Mo Farah

Run myself into the ground, I keep going

Run until there’s holes in my socks and my feet are swollen

Run myself into the ground, I keep going (Keep going, keep going, keep going)

Never take a second to look back at what I’ve done

I don’t wanna catch a glimpse of what I’m running from

Always try to sneak up, glad I’m on my toes

Running down my soul, I run until I find some way that I can go

Running back and forwards, tryna stay on my toes

Piggy in the middle, tripping up on my lace and I fall

With my face on the floor,

No money in it so it’s the same as before

Fans don’t wanna pay anymore

Chose the wrong decade to be born in

But I’m running with it anyway, try keep up

Never see me with my feet up, make them eat dust

I’m doomed if I don’t make it out

I’m looking down like «Feet, don’t fail me now»

Feeling like Roadrunner with the Wild Coyote

On my trail, legs moving, the light devotes me

I ain’t lazy like the rest of them

I’ll leave them out like they’re running on wet cement

I stay one step ahead on the run like a headless chicken

And they’re way behind

Having them in a matter of seconds, they get left in the distance,

I wave goodbye

Go get in your own lane

I’m Michael Johnson running in my gold chain

Yeah these fools wanna be on top

But tell them they’re not

And never get knocked off your pedestal

No prizes for second place, survival of the fittest

If I didn’t have to do no piss test then I would’ve been in the Olympics

Running rings around them, I don’t see no competition

It’s like my opposition are only here to watch me winning

Run myself into the ground, I keep going

Run until there’s holes in my socks and my feet are swollen

Run myself into the ground, I keep going (Keep going, keep going, keep going)

Never take a second to look back at what I’ve done

I don’t wanna catch a glimpse of what I’m running from

Always try to sneak up, glad I’m on my toes

Running down my soul, I run until I find some way that I can go