Running Out of Love Songtext
von BLEU

You know there′s a lot of shit I don't speak on
But it′s that Bleu Vandross shit 'nigga'

I think I′m running out of love
I think I′m running out


Stick talk these 'nigga′ know I'm with they stick talk
No, I ain′t tired but I spend 20 on my exhaust
He tried ro run them plays on me
He got picked out in a (?)
Hold my drink cause I ain't ′finna' flicks
Just bought a house I pay cash for
Streets made me rich I never ask for
How the fuck you suppose to love me
You don't love yourself
Everybody they disappear when I needed help
And grandma told me don′t cry ′cuz God got it
I don't believe in myself you know I′m hard body
Yeah 'nigga′, I was raised inthe ghetto
No hot water we couldn't even bathe in the ghetto
They gonna put extension on (?) in the ghetto
Standing days in the ghetto, never lasts
So we hustled to keep payed in the ghetto
Pistol close to hand
But our homie got murdered bu a closest man

I know these ′niggas' scared of us
'Imma′ get money and I put that on my dead brothers
I′ll beat that pussy from the bankers we used to be lovers
Murder-for-hide of skull we used to be brothers
We used to be brothers

I think I'm running out of love, nah
′Niggas' been hating left my ′niggas' in the songs, nah
Used to have hope and dreams now we′re selling drugs, nah
Used to have a drink but now we're selling drugs, nah

I know these 'niggas′ scared of us
′Imma' get money and I put that on my dead brothers
I′ll beat that pussy from the bankers we used to be lovers
Murder-for-hide of skull we used to be brothers
We used to be brothers

I think I'm running out of love, nah
′Niggas' been hating left my ′niggas' in the songs, nah
Used to have hope and dreams now we're selling drugs, nah
Used to have hope and dreams now we′re selling drugs, nah


Raindrops falling bad bitches be calling
You should go up to my hood and fast keep calling
Baby mama with my ex but the (?) keeps calling (?)
Tell me can you see (tell me, tell me)
All this pain in me (all this pain in me)
Tell me can you see it, can you see it
Heard you had a shootout in department
For deep in a hunter
He might doping the compartment
(?) Hanging in the alleyway
Drug dealing nice I see no better way
Streets never loved me
Once you turn 25 you a OG (?)
Tell me do you wanna see a young ′nigga' win
I told ′ya only bet me 3 I had to many friends
Plus, every dollar that I made is gone in the wind
Been 'tryna talk to God I think I did to many sins
And if we spin (?) but we go spin again

I know these ′niggas' scared of us
′Imma' get money and I put that on my dead brothers
I'll beat that pussy from the bankers we used to be lovers
Murder-for-hide of skull we used to be brothers
We used to be brothers

I think I′m running out of love, nah
′Niggas' been hating left my ′niggas' in the songs, nah
Used to have hope and dreams now we′re selling drugs, nah
Used to have hope and dreams now we're selling drugs, nah

I know these ′niggas' scared of us
'Imma′ get money and I put that on my dead brothers
I′ll beat that pussy from the bankers we used to be lovers
Murder-for-hide of skull we used to be brothers
We used to be brothers

I think I'm running out of love, nah
′Niggas' been hating left my ′niggas' in the songs, nah
Used to have hope and dreams now we′re selling drugs, nah
Used to have hope and dreams now we're selling drugs, nah