Troye Sivan – Running Shoes Lyrics

[Verse 1] I’ll keep wearing these running shoes ’til I’m all worn out And they’re no use to me No use to me Gunning for a peace from this abuse ‘Cause I’m all tired out and I’m no use to you No use to you [Pre-Chorus] And there’s no rest for the wicked So I’m screaming and I’m kicking to sleep To sleep The beliefs they’re instilling On the boys, on the children On me, on me [Chorus] I’ve been running, I’ve been running for a while For a while I’ve been running, I’ve been running for a while For a while [Post-Chorus] These running shoes weigh me down These running shoes are wearing out This running [Verse 2] Carved his name in the carpet Right where I spent all of my sleepless nights in that room In that room Can’t get his face out of my mind And God knows that I’ve tried and tried for you [Pre-Chorus] And there’s no rest for the wicked So I’m screaming and I’m kicking to sleep To sleep The beliefs they’re instilling On the boys, on the children On me, on me [Chorus] I’ve been running, I’ve been running for a while (Running, running) For a while (Running, running) I’ve been running, I’ve been running for a while (Running, running) For a while (Running, running) [Post-Chorus] These running shoes weigh me down These running shoes are wearing out This running (Running, running) (Running, running) These running shoes weigh me down These running shoes are wearing out This running (Running, running) (Running, running) [Bridge] Love in America got me down Try to take off running but hit the ground [Outro] These running shoes weigh me down (I’ve been running, I’ve been running for a while) These running shoes are wearing out This running These running shoes weigh me down (I’ve been running, I’ve been running for a while) These running shoes are wearing out This running These running shoes weigh me down

Mick Jenkins – What Am I To Do Lyrics

What’s a nigga to do? When you tell ’em who you is and they be like “Who?” What’s a nigga to do? Cause I be streaming black they’ll beat me to blue Put it on TV then tell you what’s true What’s a nigga to do? What’s a nigga to do? When you call the police but the trigger’s on you Shit crazy man [Chorus] What’s a nigga to do? My triple beam onto bigger schemes I’m on these waves Don’t expect a hand clap cause you swim upstream I’m expecting sand traps, I be in the green If we talking green backs I’m back in the black Been having the formula since Similac Delicate flows under heavy metal bars but they’re still intact What’s a nigga to do? Yeah, what’s a nigga to do? [Intro] Well I sbet ya Well I bet ya Well I bet ya Well I bet… [Verse 1] Ali’s jabbin’ them shit feel like hooks The less you got stuffed in your pocket books The more these policies just sound like crooks They give me sloppy looks They gave us nothing, had to hustle same way coffee cook Early morning grind trying to help these niggas wake up Etch A Sketch flows, I got the shit to shake up Niggas switching clothes Niggas even switch their face up But these clowns could never really switch their make up Family’s in your genes Fuck is that, Mesquite? Cause I be streaming black they’ll beat me to blue Put it on TV then tell you what’s true What’s a nigga to do? When you call the police but the trigger’s on you [Verse 2] Pull up on ’em shining CeCe Winans with the C notes Redefining everything the black man denotes I could devote time How many times have we rewrote lines to get it perfect Miss me with inertia I’m on dirt You gon’ need assumptions, almost certain My assertion we gon’ see if you got gumption We gon’ see if you gon’ play it smart or you gon’ be on dumb shit Wrong answer, we go dumb shit Slow you up on some speed bump shit On some ski jump shit I’m taking flight cause all my flows cold Setting bars, no [?] I never blow smoke unless it’s unleaded I guess you won’t know my worst No unedited stress Go on wax, I mean …