Tekst piosenki ' Running Around (feat. Fousheé) ' wykonawcy Childish Gambino

It's the weekend, and I'm outta my mind
Yeah, it's the weekend, and I'm outta my mind
Yeah, I was sleeping, but I ran out of time
Yeah, I was sleeping, but I ran out of time
I got my haircut, and I'm ready to go
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 ditches
I put 350 in my tank and I drive to your bitches
Can't take a breathe, 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
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 they gonna say
Never seems to be any other way

Oh my God
What?
They don't have a bidet
Are you fucking serious?