We still in chains You put the shame on us Now, now, now shame on us Running, and running and running and running Running, and running and running and running and To sum it up I had enough Light it on fire Man don't act like I made it up

I blame it on your love I blame it on your love, I do Every time I fuck it up I can't help it, I can't stop Sorry, I blame it on your love, yeah Every time you get too close I run, I run away And every time you say the words, I don't know what to say

Oh, but if you want to win it You win my heart Yeah, you get it all You make my motor run Just go faster, faster, don't be slow Rev it up, rev it up 'til your engine blows You win my love, yeah you're number one

Why you running, running when you got it right here? Let me show you how a kiss should taste Trust me, I won't give your heart away Oh, I would love you if you let me Daisy, always climbing up the same tree Finding love in all the wrong scenes, Daisy,

Whatever it takes 'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins Break me down and build me up I do what it takes I do whatever it takes 'Cause I love how it feels when I break the chains I was born to run, I was born for this Run me like a racehorse

It's all your fault Because you were perfect You called me beautiful You turned me out And now I can't turn back But I'm running out of air And it's not fair I hold my breath I conjure up the thought of being gone

Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga (yeah) Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, run it up Got a bitch to get the bread 'cause the bank playin' Dope boy, count, count, dope boy, count, count (yeah) That's when I have some cool water that I whip slow

Ain't giving up on you Oh, oh, oh, ain't giving up on you Ain't giving up on you, ain't giving up on you And when the world is not enough Feeling empty, feeling used It's like we're running off fumes A little broken, confused But one thing I know for sure

Run up the money, then count up the commas And go get the money lil' bitch (Money, lil' bitch) Hundred round drum on the Glock These bitches be suckin' and swallowin' dick I swear I can't trust 'em for shit (Trust 'em for shit) Know that's a dusty lil'

Fresh off the runway, fresh off the runway We so fresh off the runway, we so fresh off the runway Fresh off the runway, fresh off hold up I see you walk We so Fresh off the runway, we so fresh off the runway I hear you boy Love it, then come and get it I