Running Pip Millett (Ft. Ghetts)

[Verse 1: Pip Millett]
Runnin', I'm always out of breath
Fightin' battles when I get shit off my chest
Down (Down)
I know what it feels like to be down, down, down
I know what it feels like to be
On the East side (Side), caught up in the current
Settled in the smog (Ah-ah)
I'm feelin' pretty foggy 'bout my feelings, 'bout myself

[Chorus: Pip Millett]
Black and free, I don't think that's a thing, no, no
(No, no)
I don't think that's a thing, no, no (No, no, no, no)
I don't think that's a thing, no, no (No, no, no, no, no)
(No, no, no, no)
No, no
I don't think that's a thing, no, no (No, no)

[Verse 2: Pip Millett & Ghetts]
Sufferin' is sexualised, fantasised
Do you find it pleasing?
Pullin' on my hair, no, no (No, no)
Grippin' on my skin, no, no (No, no)
Playin' with your prey, no, no (No, no)
My life is not a game, no, no (No, no)
No, no
I don't think that's a thing, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no (Yeah)
No