Running ft. Ataman Nikita & Isolirium Lyrics

Running every minute

Running through the storm

I don't think you realize

What you really running from

Running every minute

Running through the storm

I don't think you realize

What you really running from

All their lives they be

Running, running, running, running

In one place they be

Running, running, running, running

On treadmills they be

Running, running, running, running

Where to? From? They don't know

Uh, uh

What you running from

You don't wanna get caught

What, you think you right

You ain't never been wrong

Do you think can run

Uphill on an empty

Can you survive

When you ain't got plenty

Always tweeting all the latest

On the worsest

Oh, I love the way

They looking in their dresses

And the way their shining rocks

Hit the lenses

All the rides

And the homes and the pets

Running circles

Like a hamster in a wheel

Missing purpose

Like an ocean on a hill

Losing Focus

Keep on blindly making bills

Hocus Pocus

You are slowly getting killed

So we gotta get on up

And keep on running

If we drop, or stop

Or someone keeps us gunning

There's no limit

To the endless game of wanting

In one place

Embrace the state of constant running

So we gotta get on up

And keep on running

If we drop, or stop

Or someone stops us gunning

There's no limit

To the endless game of wanting

In one place

Embrace the state of constant running

All their lives they be

Running, running, running, running

In one place they be

Running, running, running, running

On treadmills they be

Running, running, running, running

Where to? From? They don't know

They don't, they don't

I got off the treadmill

I stopped tilting at windmills

Don't mind running uphill, nah

One step after the other

Stay in my lane

Keeping it real

Y'all Loch Ness, fiction, mythical

Needed help, y'all ghosted - typical

So fly high as moon like I'm Disney

They might tell you they don't

But they miss me

Lookout for the knockout, no hand out

Fuck bailout, fuck shit up, no pull out

You washout, I'm breakout

All my life I stay

Running running running running

No treadmills

Never standing still

Gotta stay ill

Gotta slay shit kill

Big bills

Check the shoe bill

Blow-my-horn bill

Never gave three fs how they feel

Fuck your feels for real

Got so many styles

Got so many skills

I wanna use my power for good

But don't push me still, nah, nah

Cuz you and I no killer

But don't push me

I'm on the edge

Like a suicidal hedge

Fund manager with too much debt

Like the American college student

Or Ghana

Gotta stay shining

Gotta stay cunning

My art stay shining

Idiots shunning

Blessings overflowing

Like a gutter in Accra

Off the belt you too

Could be running the next chapter

All their lives they stay

Running, running, running, running

In one place they be

Running, running, running, running

On treadmills they be

Running, running, running, running

Where to? From? They don't know

They don't, Ey

I got off the treadmill, ey

I stopped tilting at windmills, ey

Don't mind running uphill, nah

One step after the other

Stay in my lane

Keeping it real