Cashmoney Testo

A lot of people I know, or everyone maybe. Just feel the great uselessness, you just-. I mean, you're a human being and, uh, it's all so big, you know, the world is so big. And everything is just so untouchable and unreachable. That they just wanna do something they can be a part of, and they can- they can, like, mould and they can make

Running, I go back
Running, I go back-back
Running, I go back
Running, run, run, run
Running, I go back
Running, I go back-back
Running, I go back
Running, I go back-back
Simons' my shoes run over me
All of my jeans be matched to me
I guess your time is luxury
We should rewind, pull back the seats
Buy your chains so heavy, looks so fine
Head so messy, give it some time
Prada be the devil to my angel
Take your shoes off, that must be painful

Now
Only if you wanna go do it
I won't ever have to make you do it
Only if you wanna go prove it

Promise me that you would never lie
I could buy things that you would like
Dolce & Gabbana on a bag
Put Balenciaga on the cap
You could push your boy to the side You know I could be a better guy
Double C's hanging over you
Only if you're telling me the truth

I don't really talk, I'm the type to go in it
And I'm pretty much sure that you're fucking with a minute man
Every time you try to get it, you stay, you stay in the minute
So much you can adore but you're over there losing it
Well baby, let me show you how I drive
I could take you home on a Friday night
You can turn the lights off by your side
'Cause I don't really like it

Promise me that you would never lie
I could buy things that you would like
Dolce & Gabbana on a bag
Put Balenciaga on the cap
You could push your boy to the side
You know I could be a better guy
Double C's hanging over you
Only if you're telling me the truth

Running, I go back
Running, I go back-back
Running, I go back
Running, run, run, run
Running, I go back
Running, I go back-back
Running, I go

Promise me that you would never lie
I could buy things that you would like
Dolce & Gabbana on a bag
Put Balenciaga on the cap
You could push your boy to the side
You know I could be a better guy
Double C's hanging over you
Only if you're telling me the truth

Running, I go back
Running, I go back-back
Running, I go back
Running, run, run run