Testo Runners - Lecrae
Testo della canzone Runners (Lecrae), tratta dall'album Anomaly
Hey, fellas, where are the treadmills?
Oh, they right there in the back
Ooh-wee, she bad
Oh, that's why I love this gym, that's why I love this gym, whoo
Man, forget the bench press, today it is a cardio day for yo' boy
My goodness, she bad, holla at yo' boy (uh)
I can't lie, I admire beauty like the next man (it's true)
I still remember when I used to get my check cashed
Get my hair cut, I hit the streets with my head gassed
Lookin' out for lil' mamas with a fat fast (mm-mm-mm)
That's what my auntie used to tell me
My girl in my rear view tryna tail me (uh-oh)
'Cause she knew wasn't nothin' you could tell me
Always on the trail of another female
Well, well, they say my papa was a playa
So my dishonesty is honest in me, baby
Somehow in college Greek letters made me cuter
All the time on line I still couldn't compute it
Uh, I pledge girls then it's on to the next girl (yeah)
My next girl eventually be my ex girl
But it's funny how it all unfolds
I done finally found a woman I ain't never lettin' go, whoa
Whoa (whoo), she lookin' bad (don't do it)
I wonder if she got a man (don't do it)
I don't see no weddin' band (don't do it)
I promise you don't wanna go through it (look, take it from me)
You don't want no problems, problems (you don't want no problems)
You don't want no problems, problems (you don't want no problems)
You don't want no problems, G
Find yourself in the obituary columns sheet
Yeah, uh, it ain't nothin' like a good woman
If you got you one of those, be good to 'em
Keep it a hunnid, love everybody want it
But the lies and the lust keep 'em lyin' next to us
But I got past it, now I'm known to pass it up
For my passion, and I ain't here blastin'
Born sinner just like any man standin'
Couldn't keep the standard, so God sent a stand-in (yeah)
If you creepin' when you feel desire creep in
I know another way to win that don't involve cheatin'
Don't involve another heart broken into pieces
When her girl call and tell her she saw you off Peachtree
Meetin' pretty underscore nice features
Had a couple drinks and had yourself a lil' piece and
Now you feelin' like the man in the streets (yeah)
Pull up to the crib, see all of your pants in the streets, man
Whoa (whoo), she lookin' bad (don't do it)
I wonder if she got a man (don't do it)
I don't see no weddin' band (don't do it)
I promise you don't wanna go through it (look, take it from me)
You don't want no problems, problems (you don't want no problems)
You don't want no problems, problems (you don't want no problems)
You don't want no problems, G
Find yourself in the obituary columns sheet
Uh, Lashonda
Baby, why all my clothes in the street? What's what's what's goin'?
Oh, you don't know why your pants is in the street? (Yeah)
Hah, yeah, Shiquina told me she seen you on Peachtree (uh)
Uh uh, (well, well), all up in the girl face (see that's, that was my), you gotta go
That's my cousin, that was my sister, or like a friend (uh-uh) of my sister
It's like (no, I don't wanna hear it), it's like a friend (shut up, get your stuff and go, bye)
Whoa (don't do it), I wonder if she got a man (don't do it)
I don't see no weddin' band (don't do it)
I promise you don't wanna go through it (look, take it from me)
(Whoa) you don't want no problems (you don't want no problems)
You don't want no problems, problems (you don't want no problems)
You don't want no problems G
Find yourself in the obituary column sheet
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Writer(s): Gabriel Azucena, Le Crae Moore, Lasanna Harris
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