Running Around (Explicit) - Childish Gambino/Fousheé

Lyrics by：Donald Glover

Composed by：Donald Glover

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 outta time

Yeah I was sleeping but I ran outta 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

'Cause I know the drill every night and day

We're running around

And you always know what they're gonna say

Oh yeah yeah

Never seems to be any other way

Running around

Running running running running running

Running out of ammunition

Don't need to fire at my opps they dig their own ditches

I put three-fifty in my tank and I drive to your ******

Can't take a breath 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 throw up I bang

I don't give a ****

'Bout a bleach blonde bad built butch body having a*s thing

I barely got through Friday it's the ************* weekend

Don't lose faith you are strong

Keep going on keep going

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 running around

We run away

And you always know what they're gonna say

Oh yeah yeah

What they're gonna say

Never seems to be any other way

Running around

And they used to call me a runaway

'Cause I know the drill every night and day

We're running around

And we always know what they're gonna say

Never seems to be any other way

Oh my God

What

They don't have a bidet

Are you ******* serious