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I’m running the street from Monday to Sunday Making money is my thing And there’s no Holiday You a street runner when you make a Fine pay Don’t stop
a runners high I’m not worried bout the finish line, Enjoy the burn while I’m still alive. Take deep breaths, one at a time, Running through another
November swirls across the lawn Dogs in a-tangle, spray of cinnamon Red quicksilver sundrops of saffron Rain from the tumbled high heaving heavens
talking Any Given Sunday, Willie Beamen ho My bitch say that I get too high it might kill my brain I tell her that she talk too much and she should give
and brunch on Sundays love to eat She know she elite so no nigga she need She got a slick mouth just cuz she love to read Like take bubble baths snap chat her
Hit Da Record Button and Talk To Me My podcast every Sunday at 3 Turn on Campbell Circle park on side of the road at 303 Turn the music down low cuz
Bank stank role Hit and run do it my way Litty on the weekend Cara zone on a sunday Fun fact, big mac Coming down the high way Smoke signals All green,
Cross Country Runners Never Die And I'm here to tell you Why Maybe because we hustled To survive We Never fit in with the Cool kids No matter how
on my wrist Bitch, I'm a dick Never wrestle with you niggas I just let the bullets hit Bet it be a cold summer Turn hoes into runners When I fucking
my Johnson She dey give me things wey make me feel the high She give me exotic She give me ecstasy Next morning she wan go Sunday service Only you,
was chilling in the o with spinbin and Leon Neck wrist ice cold froze yeah that's freon First Sunday fresh mane but nah I ain't lejohn Baby ima dog I
sleep, I need some bread Bagging just like Santa high like a sled (Ayy) We coming Add it We ran it up You runner up We got money We got hoes, good gas
I be fly as an eagle, I be high as a bird I'm high like a motherfucking pilot Dripped on a sunday in my shoes, Christian I be damn if I spend a bag
sixty-two Hiding under my bed On Potosi Avenue They're coming and they're drumming They're the Junkanoo I used to make my kites And fly them high in
a marathoner, Sunday hotter than Arizona Time travel anywhere I wanna I’m a long distance runner I just wanna time travel, to know what I don't know I just
bankroll beating the pavement My niggas goin' step flock and forty like freddy and jason I love money I'm chasing I trap monday through sunday ain't never
Somedays: on a runners high defied by couch potatoes lying Hate on me, can't find my labels Sated when I'm satan, raiders paid in fables Naysay swayed in
is wannabes You finished a runner up I just finished on her teeth I should have a box logo, 'cause my swag is so Supreme (CashOutJony) Imma make
runner, plus a dad of two boys The transporter back and forth to school and all of that A nerve bundled in a ball of wax, but I'll adapt Acknowledge that
and roll can turn a puddle to a tidal wave Goodbye ain't somethin' friends heard you say Leaves things open in high hopes we'll meet again some other sunny
love was high risk Stupid Cupid you might have to meet my fist I remember meeting you like it was the other day Looking like an angel dressed like
that in my pocket Company registration need to sign another docket And the estimates are high that’s why I need to get a rocket Ha call up Elon Musk help
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