Man I'm sick of this running
Rather a house in the country with sheep and a donkey but that life be way way too comfy
Sick of this monthly waiting on payday cause rapping don't pay me
I'm sick of your lyrics you say it to say it
It's fake don't mean nada
I write from Havana Camilla Cabello
Boy out Fermanagh
I'm sick of the chatter, the gossip, the boy still employed tryna boss up
Played all my shit to a label like what's up
Couple years prior your boy couldn't touch em
Laid all my life on the table from way back to natal you'd think I was playing with Russians
Young me used to ride on the buses
Now tube cause I moved out to London
Same Qs they all ask if I love it
Say good but I'm sick of discussion"
USNA - RUNNING Lyrics
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Man I'm sick of this running
Rather a house in the country with sheep and a donkey but that life be way way too comfy
Sick of this monthly waiting on payday cause rapping don't pay me
I'm sick of your lyrics you say it to say it
It's fake don't mean nada
I write from Havana Camilla Cabello
Boy out Fermanagh
I'm sick of the chatter, the gossip, the boy still employed tryna boss up
Played all my shit to a label like what's up
Couple years prior your boy couldn't touch em
Laid all my life on the table from way back to natal you'd think I was playing with Russians
Young me used to ride on the buses
Now tube cause I moved out to London
Same Qs they all ask if I love it
Say good but I'm sick of discussion"
Rather a house in the country with sheep and a donkey but that life be way way too comfy
Sick of this monthly waiting on payday cause rapping don't pay me
I'm sick of your lyrics you say it to say it
It's fake don't mean nada
I write from Havana Camilla Cabello
Boy out Fermanagh
I'm sick of the chatter, the gossip, the boy still employed tryna boss up
Played all my shit to a label like what's up
Couple years prior your boy couldn't touch em
Laid all my life on the table from way back to natal you'd think I was playing with Russians
Young me used to ride on the buses
Now tube cause I moved out to London
Same Qs they all ask if I love it
Say good but I'm sick of discussion"
Writer: Usna MacErlane
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Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing