[Hook: Wavves]
Shoes for running, and I'll race ya
Sun is coming, it'll chase ya
Through this deadbeat town
Through this deadbeat town
The end is coming, I would race ya
But there's no running, it'll chase ya
Death will hunt you down
Death will hunt you down
[Verse 1: Big Boi]
What about the people that's barefoot
With no shoes for running when the sun come up?
Hey one percenters, the 99 say, "What you gonna do for us?"
We'll run up in your house like the first runner up, uh
Be the first one to buck and the last one to get laid down
Stay down, and now we're looking at the top of the pile
Or the king of the mountain gon' knock him off
Revolt, but y'all niggas here too soft
Bubblegum, just popping off
At the mouth like the nigga got all the hoes
Got all the dough and all the women
Boy, what you gon' do in the penitentiary?
Got a lot of money, can't take it with me, I can't take it with me
I wish they could send me
To the moon and back with a cure for cancer
And save the lives of my great grandmama
And my great grandaddy, now that's the answer
To the question, but they make money off the medicine
Leaving us all stuck in elections
With no progressions, just recessions
Shoes for running, and I'll race ya
Sun is coming, it'll chase ya
Through this deadbeat town
Through this deadbeat town
The end is coming, I would race ya
But there's no running, it'll chase ya
Death will hunt you down
Death will hunt you down
[Verse 1: Big Boi]
What about the people that's barefoot
With no shoes for running when the sun come up?
Hey one percenters, the 99 say, "What you gonna do for us?"
We'll run up in your house like the first runner up, uh
Be the first one to buck and the last one to get laid down
Stay down, and now we're looking at the top of the pile
Or the king of the mountain gon' knock him off
Revolt, but y'all niggas here too soft
Bubblegum, just popping off
At the mouth like the nigga got all the hoes
Got all the dough and all the women
Boy, what you gon' do in the penitentiary?
Got a lot of money, can't take it with me, I can't take it with me
I wish they could send me
To the moon and back with a cure for cancer
And save the lives of my great grandmama
And my great grandaddy, now that's the answer
To the question, but they make money off the medicine
Leaving us all stuck in elections
With no progressions, just recessions
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