• 标题:Runnin Outta Time (Explicit)
  • 歌手:Future;Metro Boomin
  • 专辑:WE DON'T TRUST YOU (Explicit)
  • 卡拉OK评级:1★
  • 语言:en
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    Runnin Outta Time (Explicit) - Future/Metro Boomin
    Lyrics by:Nayvadius Wilburn/Leland Wayne
    Composed by:Nayvadius Wilburn/Leland Wayne
    Produced by:Metro Boomin/Zaytoven
    Maybe we just runnin' out of time
    Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
    But I can't trust nobody I was down wasn't nobody left
    They done turned they back on me never turned on myself

    Of time
    I can't trust nobody I can't trust nobody I know
    Left me alone I was grindin' I had to find myself
    Real one had to remind myself
    Sometimes even rich niggas get lost
    I'm experiencin' more paranoia
    Finding love got me more paranoid
    I can't tell who real anymore
    It's the ones that I cherish and adore
    It'll never be like it was before
    Before I was climbing up the charts
    When you leaving you leave me no choice
    I'll come back and unpack the Rolls-Royce
    I'll come through if you need me of course
    Hope it come to the day we rejoice
    I got your back like a spine
    Never could trust you I still got your location on
    Fell out of love I delete all the nudes out your phone
    Can't get a reaction out of me that's what you want
    It's not sexy to show your vulnerability keep it calm
    Had her eatin' sushi out my palm
    Got a new penthouse sittin' at the palms
    Got a flock of birds wrapped around my arms
    Tried to park the Bugatti in the lobby
    Went to Puerto Rico went to Bali
    Got her body done just for a hobby
    I did
    Got her skatin' on new ice like it's hockey
    Pluto
    Made her throw away all the Versace
    ******* ******* each other we watchin'
    Never turned on myself
    Baby we runnin' through timezones
    You comin' back no matter where you go
    Ayy
    Yeah I'm fried yeah I'm fried
    Hold on yeah I'm fried
    Hold on
    And I'm tryna get fried so pass the w**d over here
    Fried
    Yeah y'all ain't exempt
    It's her birthday
    Let's do it
    Who's birthday is it
    Alright come on
    I'll pick up the song back goin' so y'all can take shots
    Yes sir