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macka morfiss - i'm runnin' كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i’m no conspiracy theorist
but i am trapped in the system
how have my taxes just risen
how do i plan on living
hi joe you’re literally finished
good guy but tapped as a villain
and what i bank is k!lling me
and i’m not on minimum wage
but it’ll diminish
i ain’t mad but i’m feeling
_like what?_ like smashing the ceiling
out the rat race this evening
work is k!lling me minute
by minute, am i a victim
write a stanza envision
life if i made a million
mix a drink with a spirit
something wrapped up in cling and
now my head is just spinning
eyes shut i ain’t blinking
critique i won’t hear it
i get angry i’m thinking
_that what_ that i’ve got an inkling
about grabbing my ink then
if i flip i fear it
writing’s safer than spilling
venom and then chinning
especially when i’ve been drinking
run away from tomorrow
‘nother day ‘nother dollar
will i stay, i’m not bothered
blue, white, yellow collar
[hook]
i’m running, running, running again
running like a track star pushing to win
running from the black dog stuck in my head
running, but good lord will i give in
i’m running, running, running again
running, if i hit water i’ll have to swim
running ’cause my tempers boiled up to the brim
running, but i’m not far to giving in

[verse 2]
my pay packet weren’t right
take it up with the tax man
wait where’s my axe handle
can’t wait to attack man
straight jacket’s in sight
tape it up to the max and
politics in the trash can
i hate david cameron
northern rail’s on strike
you do the maths am
i causing this time lapse
still at work get a back hand
always up at night
rep insomniac gang
wet cognac and
it calms me right down
but have i got the fight
bring a sword, a lance and
a torture rack
slam my problems back on
or have i got the flight
opposite of a black flag
no controlling i’ve span
i don’t soar i crash land
a bottle of white
lightening in a glass drank
now i’m relaxing
stress retraction
hide my dichotomy
of violent monotony
my psychology
justifies my lobotomy
[hook]
i’m running, running, running again
running like a track star pushing to win
running from the black dog stuck in my head
running, but good lord will i give in
i’m running, running, running again
running, if i hit water i’ll have to swim
running ’cause my tempers boiled up to the brim
running, but i’m not far to giving in

- macka morfiss

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