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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeRunning Around (Feat. Fousheé)
It's the weekend and I'm outta my mindYeah, It's the weekend and I'm outta my mindYeah, I was sleeping, but I ran outta timeYeah, I was sleeping, but I ran outta timeI got my haircut and I'm ready to goI got my haircut and I'm ready to goI had a good thing, but I don't care anymoreI had a good thing, but I don't care anymoreAnd they used to call me a "runaway"Oh yeah yeah'Cause I know the drill every night and dayRunning aroundAnd you always know what they're gonna sayOh yeah yeahNever seems to be any other wayRunning aroundRunningRunningRunningRunningRunningRunning out of ammunitionDon't need to fire at my oops they dig their own ditchesI put 3. 50 in my tank and I drive to your bitchesCan't take a breath this life is dank itsmell like old fish sticksSuch a shame innitSmile through the painIt's a fresh silk press in the rainGotta let those nuts hangWhatever God through up I bangI don't give a fuck 'bout a bleach blondebad built butch body having ass thingI barely got through Friday it's the motherfucking weekendDon't lose faith, you are strongKeep going on, keep goingAnd they used to call me a "runaway"(and they used me a "runaway")'Cause I know the drill every night and dayWe're Running aroundAnd you always know what they gonna say(always what they gonna say)Oh yeah yeahNever seems to be any other wayRunning aroundAnd they used to call me a "runaway"(and they used me a "runaway")'Cause I know the drill every night and dayWe're running aroundAnd you always know what they gonna say(always what they gonna say)Never seem to be any other way
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