Låttexter: Pharcyde. Cydeways: The Best Of The Pharcyde. Runnin.
Can't keep runnin' away
I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk
And a chump or a sucka or something to that effect
Respect, I used to never get when all I got was upset
When niggas use to be like what's up fool?
And tried to seat a nigga like the lip for no reason at all
I can recall crip niggas throwin' C in my face down the hall
I'm kickin' it in the back of the school, eatin' chicken at three
Wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me
I tried to talk and tell them chill, I did nothing to deserve this
But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real nervous
And unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt
'Cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out
But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own fuck
Around with Fatlip yes, ya get blown' I'm not tryin' to show
No macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on
There comes a time in every man's life
When he's gotta handle up on his own
Can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze
Please, they got problems of their own
Down for the count on seven chickens
Shits don't get to heaven till they faced these fears in these fear zones
Used to get jacked back in high school I played
It cool just so some real shit won't get full blown being
Where I'm from they let the smoke come quicker
Than an evil red neck could lynch a helpless colored figure
And as a victim I invented low key till the keyhole itself got lower than me
So I stood up and let my free form, form free
Said I'm gonna get some before they knockin' out me
I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze
In other words just freeze
It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders
Heavy as boulders but I told ya
Till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told
Ya and that's all I showed ya
And all this calamity is rippin' my sanity
Can it be I'm a celebrity
Whose on the brink of insanity
Now don't be wishing of switchin' any positions with me
'Cuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy
To do any type of maintaining 'cuz all this gaming and famin' from
Entertainin' is hella straining to the brain
And but I can't keep runnin' I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'
I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk
And a chump or a sucka or something to that effect
Respect, I used to never get when all I got was upset
When niggas use to be like what's up fool?
And tried to seat a nigga like the lip for no reason at all
I can recall crip niggas throwin' C in my face down the hall
I'm kickin' it in the back of the school, eatin' chicken at three
Wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me
I tried to talk and tell them chill, I did nothing to deserve this
But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real nervous
And unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt
'Cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out
But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own fuck
Around with Fatlip yes, ya get blown' I'm not tryin' to show
No macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on
There comes a time in every man's life
When he's gotta handle up on his own
Can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze
Please, they got problems of their own
Down for the count on seven chickens
Shits don't get to heaven till they faced these fears in these fear zones
Used to get jacked back in high school I played
It cool just so some real shit won't get full blown being
Where I'm from they let the smoke come quicker
Than an evil red neck could lynch a helpless colored figure
And as a victim I invented low key till the keyhole itself got lower than me
So I stood up and let my free form, form free
Said I'm gonna get some before they knockin' out me
I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze
In other words just freeze
It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders
Heavy as boulders but I told ya
Till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told
Ya and that's all I showed ya
And all this calamity is rippin' my sanity
Can it be I'm a celebrity
Whose on the brink of insanity
Now don't be wishing of switchin' any positions with me
'Cuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy
To do any type of maintaining 'cuz all this gaming and famin' from
Entertainin' is hella straining to the brain
And but I can't keep runnin' I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'
Pharcyde