Runnin Outta Time歌词

作词 : Nayvadius Wilburn/Leland Wayne
作曲 : Nayvadius Wilburn/Leland Wayne
[Chorus]
Maybe we just running out of time
Ain't no need to try to hold you up, 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself
Maybe we just running out of time (Of time)
Ain't no need to try to hold you up, 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself

[Verse 1]
I can't trust nobody, I can't trust nobody, I know
Left me alone, I was grinding
I gotta find myself, real one, had to remind myself
Sometimes even rich niggas get lost
I'm experiencing more paranoia
Finding love got me more paranoid
I can't tell the real anymore, it's the ones that I cherish and adore
It'll never be like it was before, before I was climbing up the charts
When you leaving, you leave me no choice
I come back and pack the Rolls Royce
I come through if you need me, of course
Hope it come to the day we rejoice
I got you back like a spine

[Chorus]
Maybe we just running out of time
Ain't no need to try to hold you up, 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself
Maybe we just running out of time (Of time)
Ain't no need to try to hold you up, 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself

[Verse 2]
Never could trust you, I still got your location on
Fell out of love, I delete all the nudes out your phone
Can't get a reaction out of me, that's what you want
It's not sexy to show your vulnerability, keep it calm
Had her eating sushi out my palm
Got a new penthouse, sit at the palms
Got a flock of birds wrapped around my arms
Tryna party, Bugatti in the lobby
Went to Puerto Rico, went to Bobby
Got her body done just for a hobby (I did)
Got her skating on new ice like it's hockey (Pluto)
Made her throw away all the Versace
Bitches ****ing each other, was watching

[Chorus]
Maybe we just running out of time (Of time)
Ain't no need to try to hold you up, 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself

[Outro: Future, Metro Boomin & Studio Girls]
Baby, we running through timezones
You come back, no matter where you go
Aye
Yeah, I'm fried, yeah, I'm fried, hold on
And I'm tryna get fried, so pass the weed over here
Yeah, y'all ain't exempt
It's your birthday
Let's do it
Who's birthday is it?
Aight, c'mon, put the song back on and y'all take shots
Yessir