Running
Running
Running
Running
Running
Running

I am just

Running, running, running
Running, running, running

Running, running, running
Running, running, running

Little voices in my head
Prepare to scare
Prepare to be scared now
I never expected that
Ghosts in my bed, and
I will never regret

Some crocs on the chest
One mistake and you will get, ah
Taylor never will forget, wa
Hope I can finally to say that
I am just blank space on this deck

Nevermind, I am just

Running, running, running
Running, running, running

Running, running, running
Running, running, running

Chocolate from Budapest
Bad bitch burn my bed
Out of stress
Falling on the world with my jet
Gucci on my bag
Feeling fearless
Flowers made of glass
Take my life against the time
Constantly trickling inside
And I recognize time
Take my bread and wine
Aleluia I can try
Bars of gold the world gives us
Back
Excesses
M.A. x
I better love that

Running, running, running
Running, running, running

Running, running, running
Running, running, running