Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Running the Streets’ by A Boogie. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Boogie or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Maybach Music
I just want you to know you deserve the world
I’m apologizin’ right now
She be stayin’ up
When I ain’t comin’ home
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ the streets
It’s so hard to get sleep
She be stayin’ up
When I ain’t comin’ home
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ the streets
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ the streets
She be stayin’ up
I ain’t comin’ home
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ the streets
It’s so hard to get sleep
Fake niggas always caught up in the realest shit
Mama always told me, “Watch who you be dealin’ with”
Snake bitches, can’t get wrapped up in your feelings with
Never watered down, my niggas on some killin’ shit
Miami mercenaries, really, that’s the double M
Born baller, baby boy, I be above the rim
Quick step, then I plant, just like I’m Durant
Peyton Manning with the poems, go look at the stats
Went from sleepin’ on the floor to pissin’ Moet
All my teachers sellin’ dope, even sold me a sack
Wake up in the mornin’, so I need to smoke
When I really need to keep my queen close
MAC-11, dirty money on my prayer rug
Say a prayer for me, really show a player love
Time to touch a million, did it with finesse
Never wait up for me, go and get your rest
She be stayin’ up (she be stayin’ up)
When I ain’t comin’ home (I ain’t comin’ home)
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ the streets (yeah)
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ the streets
She be stayin’ up (she be stayin’ up)
I ain’t comin’ home (I ain’t comin’ home)
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ the streets (yeah)
It’s so hard to get sleep
She be staying up, we be layin’ up, shit
When I ain’t around, who you layin’ up with?
Fuckin’, fuckin’, fuckin’ it up and I been
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ it up, yeah
We call it a gang, but that’s who I work with
Who I put in pain, who I put in work with
Always saying something me, when I be
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ the streets
But would you still be fuckin’ with me
If I was wearin’ the same jeans for a week?
If I was hungry and I ain’t have nothing to eat?
Would you, yeah, would you still think about it when you up?
Don’t think about me when I’m gone
‘Cause I ain’t comin’ home
And you’ll be all alone
So think about it when you up
She be stayin’ up (don’t think about me when you gone)
When I ain’t comin’ home (’cause I ain’t comin’ home)
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ the streets (and you’ll be all alone)
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ the streets (so think about me when you up)
She be stayin’ up (about me when I’m gone)
I ain’t comin’ home (about me when I’m gone)
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ the streets (comin’ home)
It’s so hard to get sleep
Runnin’ the streets like a runny nose
Ain’t no love in the streets when you bleedin’ from a bullet hole
Like Stanley Yelnats, he caps, his head red
The feds’ come across, lost, a man’s dead
Dyslexic, spell Dade
Street sweeper clean up the streets like Cascade
They back on the rampage, like Quentin
Shippin’ ’em off to San Quentin
Ran wicked with some niggas on the block
Still stickin’ on the beam
Gentrification, junkies, and fiends
Workin’ later, so I’m sendin’ a message off to my queen
If I don’t make it out alive, you and I
Is the only thing important to me, in case that I die
Message received, she’s a blessing indeed
Make sure I put something away for when she carry my seed
For my unborn son, I got a few words left
Be better than me, and everything, on my last dyin’ breath, ah
She be stayin’ up
When I ain’t comin’ home
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ the streets
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ the streets
She be stayin’ up
I ain’t comin’ home
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ the streets
It’s so hard to get sleep