Childish Gambino - Running Around

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
It's the weekend, and I'm outta my mind
Yeah, it's the weekend, and I'm outta my mind
Yeah, I was sleeping, but I ran out of time
Yeah, I was sleeping, but I ran out of time
I got my haircut, and I'm ready to go
I got my haircut, and I'm ready to go
I had a good thing, but I don't care anymore
I had a good thing, but I don't care anymore, no

[Chorus: Childish Gambino]
And they used to call me "a runaway", oh, yeah, yeah (Hey, hey, hey)
'Cause I know the drill every night and day
Runnin' around
And we always know what they're gonna say, oh, yeah, yeah (Hey, hey, hey)
Never seems to be any other way
Runnin' around

[Verse 2: Fousheé]
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin' out of ammunition
Don't need to fire at my opps, they dig their own ditchеs
I put 3.50 in my tank and I drive to your bitches
Can't take a brеathe, this life is dank, it smell like old fish sticks
Such a shame, innit?
Smile through the pain
It's a fresh silk press in the rain
Gotta let those nuts hang
Whatever God through up, I bang
I don't give a fuck 'bout a bleach blonde bad built butch body having ass thing
I barely got through Friday, it's the motherfucking weekend