Lyrics:
way, yeah
It may feel like just another day
In the way we approach life day by day, uh-huh
Just another day you wake up with a laugh
I still don't
up in myself
You would try and diss me but my egos on a shelf
Hey, yeah you've got a bad attitude
Its not my fault you started up a feud
Eat
up the strength
To walk away don't regret it
But I still live with the side effects
Wakin' up scared some nights
Still dreamin' 'bout the violent
I got somethin' else to tell you 'bout the new Motown
Where people don't visit, they move out here
And ain't no tellin' who you might see up in
be able to live our lives
Yea, ay, ay ayyyyye
It’s time for us to be able walk outside and feel alright, alright, alriiiiiiight
These streets have run
Extra, extra
Read all about it
Extra, extra
We heard the good news
We've come this far by faith
Pick up your pace and don't you be late
I'm
that you can live on Monday
Guru: Strive to achieve and die in for what you believe
Playing on a field of hard times
These struggles are like
yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got (I run New York!)
I took quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks
Coca-Cola came and bought it for
gon? live my life, hey
Thug life, Lord you know me
Yo, yo
So what, you think I'm ?posed to live in the hood my whole damn life
And get married
yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got (I run New York!)
I took quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks
Coca-Cola came and bought it for
sins
Loudly run by those fuckers pulling up at his house, sticking their nose in it, left with no choice but to pull a machete from the boot of his car,
never no you never
You never let me down
No you don't no you don't eh
I run and don't grow weary
You never let me down
I walk and do not faint
Come
being away from you
I found the vein, put it in here
Claps hands I live for
The applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause live for
wa' walk wit it, wa' walk with it
Up in my pimp mode
Movin' through the club in slow mo
Slow the slump down, wit my arm hangin' real low
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room or my private womb
While
murderin' 'em
Murderin' 'em just for fun (Hey)
I be murderin' 'em, murderin' 'em one by one
(Hey) it's either live or die, boy
It's either live or die i be
JUICE
AND A BAGLE ON IT. JUST THEN, SAM WALKS IN THE DOOR.
SAM: HEY, YOU INVITED THE DOOF!
CARLY: SAM!
FREDDIE PUTS TRAY ON TABLE.
FREDDIE: AW, MAN! I
up the strength
To walk away don't regret it
But I still live with the side effects
[Chorus]
Wakin' up scared some nights
Still dreamin' 'bout
as you can, nigga
Plus, that's in my top three songs to perform
Live performance of RUN in Paris, France
You gotta uh, you gotta follow
Direction watch
jump in the crowd
We don't follow rules
I do what I wanna do
Tokyo Asian yellow bitch, Pikachu
Ghost, peek-a-boo, go buy the Lamb, too
Two
this bad
Even though she seems so high
He knows that she can't fly
and when she falls out of the sky
He'll be standing by
She was raised in
throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep
wa' walk wit it, wa' walk with it
Up in my pimp mode
Movin' through the club in slow mo
Slow the slump down, wit my arm hangin' real low
haha
Ooh, even in Tokyo
Even in Tokyo, they now that we rock
We getting super loose, we ain't coming back
You gonna run your mouth or hit back
My drip
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