Lyrics:
out of time
Yeah I'm too young to feel like I been running out of time
Feel like I been losing people left and right
And I done had one too many homies
1. Night People
a. Night People
b. Sleepy Lanterns (instrumental)
c. Running out of time
d. Here it comes
e. Mistake
f. Failsafe (instrumental)
g.
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
make their graves
Placed there by messengers
Angels and sirens
Very important people
VIP rooms smell of piss and potential
The ecstasy of chance flickers
Mark my words if you go and get the vaccine sure nothing will happen right now
But they’re plan to kill billions of people by 2030 is in their plan
to kill this
The people, they feel us, me and my team made millions but you know we still us
That's why they wanna kill us, that's why they wanna kill us
bung dem wan
Bunboclaat diss
No other work only fe beef and diss
Dem wan we fall outta we line and miss
But we still crisps
Running over
Running over
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
torture racist cops
Should I put him in the trunk, he get jumped by opps...
Hallucinate him, by people, he killed off the blocks
Invite a couple mistresses,
We gotta WAKE UP
Everything ain't really what it seems
We the people gotta be a team
Plot against the presidential schemes
WAKE UP
Everybody running
Lyrics -
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Some people try so hard, but they ain’t goin nowhere,.
Some people find their heart, by claimin that they don’t care,.
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Some people
(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads
I chalked it up to bad karma
See most people don't believe in karma
Anymore but obviously I still do
Cause for instance you got
Famous for killin'
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
Running and running away (yeah, yeah)
Running and running I pray (woh, woh, woh)
Running and running and running
(Tell people that she was from
Now we're running out of time
Got nobody by your side
Looking for a better life
All the things you sacrificed
Now we're running out of time
Got
and drop by
I'm not a man, I'm no a fan
We ain't friends, I'm not that guy
Two flex and flog, suck a dog
This part is getting man number one
I pull you,
of the realest, i'm ready to kill this
The people, they feel us
Me and my team made millions
But you know we still us
That's why they wanna kill us
That's why they
at the poor what will they eat Look at the kids that are running to me
How about the people doing their business but still they are looking for something to eat
superhero
(Shazam)
Yah, now we running from the five-oh
Seven-one-eight, boy, they running from the five-oh
Three-oh-five, man, they running from
I’m tired of
Wack ass rappers with dope beats
I’m tired of
Black people dying by police
I’m tired, so tired I’m running off no sleep
Even tho I’m
of the work yourself
People she's busy running her brand
She's inspiring a meme that
Will keep us busy for months she is
Tasting the Moscato and smelling
of waiting and still we stand in line
Yea, this is all addition by subtraction
A simple chain reaction of the mind
Yeah, we are just these people running
for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, let me ask this question:
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan is
(One
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