Tired of Runnin’ Songtext
von Akon
Tired of Runnin’ Songtext
I′m sitting on my porch watchin' the law
As they ride past in their patrol car
So tell me why I feel like the enemy
They suppose to be here protecting me (ah)
I might have went too far
Helping to contribute to makin′ they job hard
Serving fiends like these people ain't no enemy
I can't believe I′m out here killin′ my community (ah)
If you knew how far I came (far I came)
Where I am, and where I used to be (where I use to be)
Don't want it, you can tell by the look at me (by the look at me)
This gangster life ain′t no longer in me
And I'm
Tired of the running, tired of the running
Tired of the running
Running from the law (running from the law)
Baby, you gotta believe me
I said I′m
Tired of the running, tired of the running
Tired of the running
Running from the law (running from the law)
Baby, you gotta believe me
I know there's things I could′ve changed, girl
I know there's things I could've done a lot better
Instead I′m in the streets tryin′ to make that cheddar
Thinking in my mind that you gon' be there forever
I know I could′ve let it all go (let it all go)
But I was thinking it would make life better (make life better)
Instead I'm sitting in my cell
Writing this letter (writin′ this letter)
Thought I wouldn't get caught ′cause
I was way too clever (way too clever)
I learned there's no one to catch you when you're falling
And there be no one to hear you when you calling
Do you know what it′s like to wake up in the morning (in the morning)
While you starve you′re hearing bugs crawling (bugs Crawling)?
Reminiscin' on them days you was walking
With pretty women on your arm while you′s flossing
Thankful that I didn't end up in a coffin′ (in the coffin')
Somethin′ we see too often
Tired of the running, tired of the running
Tired of the running
Running from the law (running from the law)
Baby, you gotta believe me
Said I'm tired
Tired of the running, tired of the running
Tired of the running
Running from the law (running from the law)
Baby, you gotta believe me
Tired of the running, tired of the running
Tired of the running
Running from the law (running from the law)
Baby, you gotta believe me
Said I'm tired
As they ride past in their patrol car
So tell me why I feel like the enemy
They suppose to be here protecting me (ah)
I might have went too far
Helping to contribute to makin′ they job hard
Serving fiends like these people ain't no enemy
I can't believe I′m out here killin′ my community (ah)
If you knew how far I came (far I came)
Where I am, and where I used to be (where I use to be)
Don't want it, you can tell by the look at me (by the look at me)
This gangster life ain′t no longer in me
And I'm
Tired of the running, tired of the running
Tired of the running
Running from the law (running from the law)
Baby, you gotta believe me
I said I′m
Tired of the running, tired of the running
Tired of the running
Running from the law (running from the law)
Baby, you gotta believe me
I know there's things I could′ve changed, girl
I know there's things I could've done a lot better
Instead I′m in the streets tryin′ to make that cheddar
Thinking in my mind that you gon' be there forever
I know I could′ve let it all go (let it all go)
But I was thinking it would make life better (make life better)
Instead I'm sitting in my cell
Writing this letter (writin′ this letter)
Thought I wouldn't get caught ′cause
I was way too clever (way too clever)
I learned there's no one to catch you when you're falling
And there be no one to hear you when you calling
Do you know what it′s like to wake up in the morning (in the morning)
While you starve you′re hearing bugs crawling (bugs Crawling)?
Reminiscin' on them days you was walking
With pretty women on your arm while you′s flossing
Thankful that I didn't end up in a coffin′ (in the coffin')
Somethin′ we see too often
Tired of the running, tired of the running
Tired of the running
Running from the law (running from the law)
Baby, you gotta believe me
Said I'm tired
Tired of the running, tired of the running
Tired of the running
Running from the law (running from the law)
Baby, you gotta believe me
Tired of the running, tired of the running
Tired of the running
Running from the law (running from the law)
Baby, you gotta believe me
Said I'm tired
Writer(s): Homer Banks, Raymond E. Jackson, Aliaune Thiam, Carl Mitchell Hampton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com