Hippie Sabotage – RUNNING MILES

Hippie Sabotage – RUNNING MILES


Hippie Sabotage – RUNNING MILES Lyrics Don’t play with my money
Don’t play with my mind Don’t play with my fucking emotions I’m waiting on trial
It’s been a while I ain’t got time for a motion While you walking out
So I’m running miles And I ain’t got time to be coasting So look at my file
I’m counting piles Of money from dreams and devotion I know who you fuckin’ with, it’s me, myself, and I I’ve been movin’ on up by myself
And gettin’ to the top You can’t stop us on these corners
So step out to the side I’ve been grindin’ since a little kid
So I would never lie I’m a motherfuckin’ monster now
That you just can’t control I just say the fuck I wanna
And just do the fuck you don’t You don’t understand the message, kid
Then back the fuck up off I’ma motherfuckin’ gangsta
In this business, so I won’t Going down to the people
That just wanna see me fall So go fuck yourself and all that shit
‘Cuz I can’t do no wrong I’m a demon, I’m an angel
I’m a god, so what the fuck You don’t know what I’ve been going through
So miss me when you front, like Don’t play with my money
Don’t play with my mind Don’t play with my fuckin’ emotions I’m waitin’ on trial
And it’s been a while And I ain’t got time for emotion While you walkin’ aisles
I’m runnin’ miles And I ain’t got time to be coastin’ So look at my file
I’m countin’ piles Of money from dreams and devotion I was sleepin’ on the ground
I thought our lives would never change But we try, we try, we try again
Through motherfuckin’ pain Signed my life away for nothin’
Thought that I had just fell off Stuck inside a prison for my mind
But I will not give up, uh I’m still in my zone
Still with no phone I ain’t got nothin’ to prove to You and your friends
You can pretend That I don’t exist
Or I’m use you Say what you want
I’m hittin’ blunts With people you think that don’t matter No one is funk
Front if you want You just don’t know what I’m after After doing sod off shows
All up and down the fuckin’ globe We took nothin’ made it somethin’
And got robbed of all our hope I’ve been drunk and I’ve been dabbin’
And now I know I’m still a flow So just count me out again, you bitch
Just motherfuckin’ know Don’t play with my money
Don’t play with my mind Don’t play with my fuckin’ emotions I’m waitin’ on trial
And it’s been a while And I ain’t got time for emotion While you walkin’ aisles
I’m runnin’ miles And I ain’t got time to be coastin’ So look at my file
I’m countin’ piles Of money from dreams of devotion

100 comments

  1. Ich frag mich warum er Wanderlust heißt aber Franzose ist, das sind solche Fragen wo man sich eigentlich nur am Ersten Schultag stellen kann

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  3. When u finally fucking get it she dont want u and she with another so now i just now u got be rolling hard with yourselve fuck love 😒😶

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