Poppa rolling stone, prolly for the road
Probably the times when I was heading home
Flowers for the dead and gone
But never when you drive through it
I'm blind tryna read these signs
Never missed the sequences though
Convoy deep, loose lips sink
Never sprung a leak in the boat
Fire up the sleeves of the coat
Anything protect a nigga peace
Go against it's reason for smoke
Living like I seen shit before
People in your life, shit changed
Everything really seasonal though
I'm just afloat they never heard word from 'em
I was really sleep on the low
Came up out of deep shits creek
Swimming, never needed handouts, I been down here
Sands of time drawing out
High enough to see the planets falling down
I done spent a lot of hours on this shit
I done seen a lot of hammers coming down
I done seen shit grow a long way to wait enough to see a nigga efforts come around
Steady on this escalation shit
We ain't tryna really maintain nothing
Things change, lanes switch, gain something
Minutes ticking, days coming
Running, running to the pain numbing
Running, running
Ayy, never did stop to look back
I been running, running
Running, running
Yeah
I never did stop to look back
I been running, running
Running, running
Running, running
Running, running
Yeah
