Running from Rain (feat. St. Hoov) Video (MV)

To be living dead, is to be dead in the head
We ain't going to bed, we'll be up instead
Me, I'm trying to heal, see I gotta heal
I ain't wanna feel, but I gotta feel
I've been feeling so fine, I've been feeling refined
F*ck a construct, I'ma take my time
I remember days I would break my mind
Playing in the snow, just to slay my mind
Playing on this game, just to take what's mine
F*ck a construct, I'ma take my time
I remember days I would break my mind
Playing in the snow, just to slay my mind
Playing on this game, just to take what's mine
F*ck me, f*ck y'all, all this bullshit, I'm appalled
F*ck me, f*ck y'all, I dont give a f*ck I'm such often
Off the shits, f*ck with me, I don't talk a bit
I don't wanna talk if I don't know you
Off the shits, off the shits
You can hear that shit in crowds, I break the silence right now
I said, f*ck the government real quick
I said, f*ck and you loving that shit
Okay, what's good, loving that shit
Kinda like, mclovin' McDonald's shit
I don't give a f*ck, I'm wrong with shit
Y'all just clowning around and shit
F*ck with this drip you'll drown and shit
I be floating high above
You call my phone's down and shit
Cause I don't want your kind of love
You can promise me the world
I know you just tryna f*ck
R.I.P. to Juice WRLD
Come on put your nines up
Find a bunch of sucka' bits around me when I wake up
Finding myself stuck in shit while sound asleep, irate
This numb is none above a three, the foulest of the play
Never taught me to build, so now a leap I take
She ain't going to bed
She be up instead
Brain filled with pain
Might just fill it with lead
I've been going insane
I've been swerving through lanes
I ain't chasing no fame
I'm just running from rain
F*ck a construct, I'ma take my time
I remember days I would break my mind
Playing in the snow, just to slay my mind
Playing on this game, just to take what's mine
What's mine
Gotta take what's mine
Running from the rain, but I take my time
Feds on the call, so I broke them lines
Cruising down the alley with my flip phone
Creeping at the hall, gotta tip toe
Money come, bitches go
Flip the script, change the code
All of us, grip the pole
Up the steps, down the hole
Dead presidents, a graveyard
A dollar to my dawgs on my side, a handful of collars
Got some hitters out tonight, they ready for the dodgers
Me and day back to work, we aiming for a scholar, uh
Keep it on my mind, mind, my mind
Two four, climbing up too high La-la-la, acho
Keep it on the ride, ain't too many winning left
Now we staying up all night cause we
Realistically, doing drugs, you'll die
Like, you go over your- your resistance will get high you overdose and you over with
So like, that's the reality of it, it's not all just fantasy all we finna get high, you know what I'm saying?