I'm running, running Got me running, running, ooh Now I'm running for my life Been too many miles Tryna find the road to you 'Cause you, you just wanna drive With no place in mind Where the hell we going to, oh? I just can't ignore it

The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound If you could only see the beast you've made of me I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in I hunt for you with bloodied feet across

We gotta stand for something Start running, running, it's the rapture Coming, they're gonna catch ya We give it all or nothing, we've gotta stand for something 'Cause it’s the rapture, oh, oh, oh Tonight I'm the last man standing Threw a wish down the

(Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep) So sue me for looking so pretty tonight Wearing your favorite color under the lights For moving on, doing everything right So sue me for being good friends with your friends And running into you at the place that we met For

We're the greatest No one does it like we do Say you want this too Say you need this too No one get's it like we do Kills it like we do Gets it like we do Somebody somewhere driving in their car is crying out Forever running from the truth, sometimes all

We lived through scars this time But I've made up my mind We can't leave us behind anymore We'll have to hurt for now 'Cause I can't go without you anymore You're setting off, It's time to go, the engine's running My mind is lost, We always knew this day

I keep keep running And I keep… keep running Keep running Trying stop a river when it wants to rise Trying to stop a blaze off a burning fire I’m a hurricane, it ain’t stopping I keep keep coming back for more, no no I keep keep coming back for more, no

And I'm running out of time (flesh and bone) And what are you made of? (Flesh and bone) I've gone through life white-knuckled in the moments that left me behind Refusing to heed the yield I penetrate the force fields in the blind They say I'll adjust,

This is your hometown My hometown Your hometown I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair

June 30th, 11:07 I got that call She 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to fall Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall Deja Vu, like I been here before I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born Dre, I'm about to have a