歌曲 | World Runners (feat. Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean) |
歌手 | Ab-Soul |
专辑 | These Days |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
These days I'm so focused | |
Fast life, slow motion | |
These, these days I'm so focused | |
These days I'm so focused | |
Fast life, slow motion | |
Or maybe I'm just a dreamer | |
And life is but a dream | |
And I would never leave her | |
But I bet she can't wait to get rid of me | |
And I be all night, no sleep, real talk go hard until the AM | |
You can have my shine, I give you my lightopportunities you take them | |
And you can take your time on your own time I be at the finish line waiting | |
Cause some people chase the world, other people let the world chase them, yo | |
We run, we run, we run the world (Get high) | |
We run, we run, we run this world (Yeah) | |
Yeah, can you hear it? | |
I spread love, can you feel it in your spirit? | |
When doves cry shit get serious | |
You feel like a prince in a pharaoh's pyramid | |
Scheme turned dream turned nightmare on Elm Street | |
Ye ain't got your heart in the right place | |
How the hell you plan to stay on beat, on beat? | |
Yeah, I put that on me | |
I got a gun and a good book, leave all your homies holy, moly | |
Black sheep, no miss Bo Peep | |
Motherfuck police ‘til they release all of my OG's | |
You could lean on me ‘til you Morgan Free | |
You don't need no sleep | |
Can't spell Illuminati without Lu can't spell Lu without \"u\" | |
Can't spill blood without blue now ask yourself what is what I do | |
Let you put that together without glue without screw, fast life | |
Built a time machine in my past life, a horror story about as long as Fukushima half-life | |
And mostly I'll be ghost, and to talk about it have to rhyme into a flashlight | |
Now that's a long way from blackface track that they using for your rat race | |
Connected to a cat face, you can ask them pussies how a lap taste | |
Maybe like cookies to a monster | |
Running miles to the mouths of meows coming out (high plane try not to be bomber) | |
Full speed ahead, full speed ahead | |
To allow no limits, there are no limits | |
No limits allowed, no limits exist | |
Cause maybe, cause maybe | |
There are no limits | |
Go, go, uh | |
Yeah, no roof on the jeep with a big old chain | |
Niggas left for the sniff and came back for the base | |
You could tell he was tripping by the look on his face | |
No new jacks in my city | |
Aye, I'm feeling like G money, money, money | |
Yeah, uh, I'm feeling like G money, money, money | |
Yeah, no new jacks in my city | |
Bitch, I'm G money, money, money |
These days I' m so focused | |
Fast life, slow motion | |
These, these days I' m so focused | |
These days I' m so focused | |
Fast life, slow motion | |
Or maybe I' m just a dreamer | |
And life is but a dream | |
And I would never leave her | |
But I bet she can' t wait to get rid of me | |
And I be all night, no sleep, real talk go hard until the AM | |
You can have my shine, I give you my lightopportunities you take them | |
And you can take your time on your own time I be at the finish line waiting | |
Cause some people chase the world, other people let the world chase them, yo | |
We run, we run, we run the world Get high | |
We run, we run, we run this world Yeah | |
Yeah, can you hear it? | |
I spread love, can you feel it in your spirit? | |
When doves cry shit get serious | |
You feel like a prince in a pharaoh' s pyramid | |
Scheme turned dream turned nightmare on Elm Street | |
Ye ain' t got your heart in the right place | |
How the hell you plan to stay on beat, on beat? | |
Yeah, I put that on me | |
I got a gun and a good book, leave all your homies holy, moly | |
Black sheep, no miss Bo Peep | |
Motherfuck police ' til they release all of my OG' s | |
You could lean on me ' til you Morgan Free | |
You don' t need no sleep | |
Can' t spell Illuminati without Lu can' t spell Lu without " u" | |
Can' t spill blood without blue now ask yourself what is what I do | |
Let you put that together without glue without screw, fast life | |
Built a time machine in my past life, a horror story about as long as Fukushima halflife | |
And mostly I' ll be ghost, and to talk about it have to rhyme into a flashlight | |
Now that' s a long way from blackface track that they using for your rat race | |
Connected to a cat face, you can ask them pussies how a lap taste | |
Maybe like cookies to a monster | |
Running miles to the mouths of meows coming out high plane try not to be bomber | |
Full speed ahead, full speed ahead | |
To allow no limits, there are no limits | |
No limits allowed, no limits exist | |
Cause maybe, cause maybe | |
There are no limits | |
Go, go, uh | |
Yeah, no roof on the jeep with a big old chain | |
Niggas left for the sniff and came back for the base | |
You could tell he was tripping by the look on his face | |
No new jacks in my city | |
Aye, I' m feeling like G money, money, money | |
Yeah, uh, I' m feeling like G money, money, money | |
Yeah, no new jacks in my city | |
Bitch, I' m G money, money, money |
These days I' m so focused | |
Fast life, slow motion | |
These, these days I' m so focused | |
These days I' m so focused | |
Fast life, slow motion | |
Or maybe I' m just a dreamer | |
And life is but a dream | |
And I would never leave her | |
But I bet she can' t wait to get rid of me | |
And I be all night, no sleep, real talk go hard until the AM | |
You can have my shine, I give you my lightopportunities you take them | |
And you can take your time on your own time I be at the finish line waiting | |
Cause some people chase the world, other people let the world chase them, yo | |
We run, we run, we run the world Get high | |
We run, we run, we run this world Yeah | |
Yeah, can you hear it? | |
I spread love, can you feel it in your spirit? | |
When doves cry shit get serious | |
You feel like a prince in a pharaoh' s pyramid | |
Scheme turned dream turned nightmare on Elm Street | |
Ye ain' t got your heart in the right place | |
How the hell you plan to stay on beat, on beat? | |
Yeah, I put that on me | |
I got a gun and a good book, leave all your homies holy, moly | |
Black sheep, no miss Bo Peep | |
Motherfuck police ' til they release all of my OG' s | |
You could lean on me ' til you Morgan Free | |
You don' t need no sleep | |
Can' t spell Illuminati without Lu can' t spell Lu without " u" | |
Can' t spill blood without blue now ask yourself what is what I do | |
Let you put that together without glue without screw, fast life | |
Built a time machine in my past life, a horror story about as long as Fukushima halflife | |
And mostly I' ll be ghost, and to talk about it have to rhyme into a flashlight | |
Now that' s a long way from blackface track that they using for your rat race | |
Connected to a cat face, you can ask them pussies how a lap taste | |
Maybe like cookies to a monster | |
Running miles to the mouths of meows coming out high plane try not to be bomber | |
Full speed ahead, full speed ahead | |
To allow no limits, there are no limits | |
No limits allowed, no limits exist | |
Cause maybe, cause maybe | |
There are no limits | |
Go, go, uh | |
Yeah, no roof on the jeep with a big old chain | |
Niggas left for the sniff and came back for the base | |
You could tell he was tripping by the look on his face | |
No new jacks in my city | |
Aye, I' m feeling like G money, money, money | |
Yeah, uh, I' m feeling like G money, money, money | |
Yeah, no new jacks in my city | |
Bitch, I' m G money, money, money |