Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, like a doctor no one wanna see
Running out of patience, like I got somewhere I wanna be
Running out of patience, traffic's blocking my delivery
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, running out of patience, working
Currently just another slave to this currency
And I can't seem to find another way to feed the birds and bees
The worst of me has yet to meet the best of me
Yes indeed, and I've been spitting seeds since I was a child
Destiny, this that main ingredient, with that west coast recipe
It's that place you see me in, but you can't stand next to me
Like Benjamin or Franklin, now that's therapy
Like I'm running out of patience, I'm my own worst enemy
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, like a doctor no one wanna see
Running out of patience, like I got somewhere I wanna be
Running out of patience, traffic's blocking my delivery
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, running out of patience, working
Bitch I'm up on a whole new level
And I ain't even touched the top yet
Foot on the pedal and I ain't concerned with being docile
Twigs and pebbles ain't stopping me from being monstrous
No, I'll never settle, feel like I'm moving through a dog pit
Running with rebels and putting demons in their coffins
Running for president, f*ck it, I don't need a conscience
Rather be celibate than be dealing with this nonsense
Improper etiquette by the looks of it, you've lost it
Met every prerequisite but all you've seen was conflict
Conflicting with my eminence, type shit made me nauseous
Lock jaw, she toxic, not heaven sent
Lying dead on my desk again and I'm running out of precedence
Bad Eyedea - Outta Patience Lyrics
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Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, like a doctor no one wanna see
Running out of patience, like I got somewhere I wanna be
Running out of patience, traffic's blocking my delivery
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, running out of patience, working
Currently just another slave to this currency
And I can't seem to find another way to feed the birds and bees
The worst of me has yet to meet the best of me
Yes indeed, and I've been spitting seeds since I was a child
Destiny, this that main ingredient, with that west coast recipe
It's that place you see me in, but you can't stand next to me
Like Benjamin or Franklin, now that's therapy
Like I'm running out of patience, I'm my own worst enemy
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, like a doctor no one wanna see
Running out of patience, like I got somewhere I wanna be
Running out of patience, traffic's blocking my delivery
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, running out of patience, working
Bitch I'm up on a whole new level
And I ain't even touched the top yet
Foot on the pedal and I ain't concerned with being docile
Twigs and pebbles ain't stopping me from being monstrous
No, I'll never settle, feel like I'm moving through a dog pit
Running with rebels and putting demons in their coffins
Running for president, f*ck it, I don't need a conscience
Rather be celibate than be dealing with this nonsense
Improper etiquette by the looks of it, you've lost it
Met every prerequisite but all you've seen was conflict
Conflicting with my eminence, type shit made me nauseous
Lock jaw, she toxic, not heaven sent
Lying dead on my desk again and I'm running out of precedence
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, like a doctor no one wanna see
Running out of patience, like I got somewhere I wanna be
Running out of patience, traffic's blocking my delivery
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, running out of patience, working
Currently just another slave to this currency
And I can't seem to find another way to feed the birds and bees
The worst of me has yet to meet the best of me
Yes indeed, and I've been spitting seeds since I was a child
Destiny, this that main ingredient, with that west coast recipe
It's that place you see me in, but you can't stand next to me
Like Benjamin or Franklin, now that's therapy
Like I'm running out of patience, I'm my own worst enemy
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, like a doctor no one wanna see
Running out of patience, like I got somewhere I wanna be
Running out of patience, traffic's blocking my delivery
Running out of patience, running out of patience, running
Running out of patience, running out of patience, working
Bitch I'm up on a whole new level
And I ain't even touched the top yet
Foot on the pedal and I ain't concerned with being docile
Twigs and pebbles ain't stopping me from being monstrous
No, I'll never settle, feel like I'm moving through a dog pit
Running with rebels and putting demons in their coffins
Running for president, f*ck it, I don't need a conscience
Rather be celibate than be dealing with this nonsense
Improper etiquette by the looks of it, you've lost it
Met every prerequisite but all you've seen was conflict
Conflicting with my eminence, type shit made me nauseous
Lock jaw, she toxic, not heaven sent
Lying dead on my desk again and I'm running out of precedence
Writer: Eric Anderson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid