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      Hippie Sabotage

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      Hippie Sabotage - Running Miles Música y Letra

      Don't play with my money
      Don't play with my mind
      Don't play with my fucking emotion
      
      I'm waiting on trial
      It's been a while
      I ain't got time for a motion
      
      While you walking out
      So I'm running miles
      And I ain't got time to be coasting
      
      So look at my file
      I'm counting piles
      Of money from dreams and devotion
      
      Was not know who you fucking with just me, myself and I
      I've been moving all up by myself and getting to the top
      You can't stop what's already on its way, so step out to the side
      I've been grinding since a little kid, so I would never lie
      I'm a motherfucking monster now, that you just can't control
      I just say the fuck I wanna and just do the fuck you don't
      You don't understand the message, get them back to fuck up off
      I'm a motherfucking gangsta in this business so I won't
      Going bye to the people that just want to see me fall
      So go fuck yourself and all that shit cause I can't do no wrong
      I'm a demon, I'm an angel, I'm a God so what the fuck
      You don't know what I've been going through so miss me when you front like
      
      Don't play with my money
      Don't play with my mind
      Don't play with my fucking emotion
      
      I'm waiting on trial
      It's been a while
      I ain't got time a motion
      
      While you walking out
      So I'm running miles
      And I ain't got time to be coasting
      
      So look at my file
      I'm counting piles
      Of money from dreams and devotion
      
      Sleeping on the ground I thought our lives would never change
      But we try, we try, we try to get through motherfucking pain
      Sell my life away for nothing, thought that I had just fell off
      Stuck inside a prison for my mamma, I would not give up
      But
      I'm still in my zone, still with no phone, I ain't got nothing to prove to you
      You and your friends you can pretend that I don't exist or amuse you
      Say what you want I'm hitting blunts, so people you think they don't matter
      No one is fucked, front if you want, you just don't know what I'm after
      Doing sold off shows all up and down the fucking globe
      We took nothing, made it something then got robbed of all our hope
      I've been ducking, I've been diving and I know I'm still afloat
      So just count me out again bitch, just motherfucking know
      
      Don't play with my money
      Don't play with my mind
      Don't play with my fucking emotion
      
      I'm waiting on trial
      It's been a while
      I ain't got time a motion
      While you walking out
      So I'm running miles
      And I ain't got time to be coasting
      
      So look at my file
      I'm counting piles
      Of money from dreams and devotion

      Hippie Sabotage - Running Miles Música y Letra

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