J. Cole - Run A Train (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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J. Cole - Run A Train (en) Lyrics
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Fuck do you know 'bout my passion?
Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?
Fuck do you know 'bout my struggle?
Fuck do you know 'bout Jermaine?
They say the Lord's timing is divine
And I walk with Him, so
that explains mine
Cole, deep down, you may find all
that pain creates a strange bond
Slums connected like the
drums in a bass line
Petrified of death and
poverty, I chase mine
Like breathalyzer tests, I'm
tryna walk a straight line
Meditating for a better state
in my deranged mind
'Til I saw the Buddha pose and realized
he throwin' gang signs
I guess the lesson is you
can't escape crime
Even when the strays flying,
I remain calm
Fayettenam, you my heart,
but at the same time
If I'm being honest, I can
feel that flame dying
Uh, so I'm ridin' through the
city streets, reaching
for a memory to hang on
Goin' backwards like a penalty to see
a younger me, but that day's gone
Wild times, looking up at cloud nine,
how high can Jermaine climb?
Remember when they ain't respond
when you hollered?
Funny how a few dollars
can change minds
Fuck do you know 'bout my passion?
(Na, na, na, na, na)
Fuck do you know 'bout my struggle?
(Na, na, na, na, na)
Ten toes is down on the pavement
(Na, na, na, na, na)
Umbrellas don't stop no rain
Niggas, they die every day,
so (Na, na, na, na, na)
Fuck the world, let's run a train
Since as a pipsqueak, lean
on survival instincts
On backstreets, where they're tearing
up hearts like them guys in *NSYNC
Codeine in they soda, dirty popping,
plus how the ends meet
We're serving rock on deserted
blocks, tryna cause a frenzy
To profit quickly, I'm passin'
by, my pockets empty
Tryna to make a legal dollar seem
harder than guarding Wemby
When you're hardly six feet tall,
if somehow I could ball
I better work hard on my handles 'cause
niggas gon' try to rip me
Don't wanna R.I.P., but if I
leave, know God'll lift me
I'd rather sit inside a Bentley and be
the owner like providin' kidneys
I know the love does not extend deep
I choose my homies wisely, seen too
many die from friends' beef
Big dreams to change the world
back when I ride a ten-speed
Youthful delusion thinkin' through
music I could end grief
When too many bodies get piled
up in these rivals' histories
So stoppin' this violence is like
bringing the Gaza Strip peace
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PATREON Thank you!