Running Around (feat. Fousheé)

It's the weekend, and I'm outta my mind Yeah, it's the weekend, and I'm outta my mind Yeah, I was sleepin', but I ran out of time Yeah, I was sleepin', but I ran out of time I got my haircut, and I'm ready to go Yeah, 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 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 Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Runnin' out of ammunition Don't need to fire at my opps, they dig their own ditchеs I put 350 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 Don't lose faith You are strong Keep goin' on Keep goin' And they used to call me a "runaway" (And they used to call me "a runaway") 'Cause I know the drill every night and day We're runnin' around (night and day) And we always know what they're gonna say Oh, yeah, yeah (what they're gonna say) Never seems to be any other way Runnin' around And they used to call me a "runaway" 'Cause I know the drill every night and day We're runnin' around And we always know what they gonna say Never seems to be any other way Oh my God What? They don't have a bidet Are you fucking serious?