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I run uphill, roll downhill, through the plains, through the town,
straight ahead, scratch my paint, bang my head against the wall till it cracks,
Stay where you are, I’ll pick you up, I won’t give up even if I’ve got arthritis.
I’m hustling till I’ve got bloody heels, shopping like a woman, buying new kicks every minute.
My heart’s pumping, I’ve got sore lungs.
Like a young dog - I’m never full.
No doubts, I run around them.
I chase a phantom till I catch it, zigzagging after it, barely sleep, eat dirt,
I see it at the corner, when I’m there it’s gone again.
The fat chick in front of me, I’m all in, want her bad and I’m waving my whole ass.

Something keeps me on my toes and sometimes I’m fed up,
it kicks me day and night, the devil’s on my back, snapping at me.
The world has to keep turning, nothing can stay the same,
I run through my life, like a train on two legs.
A dog can’t crow, a fish can’t scream,
and I can’t stand still, I’m a rolling stone.

NASA high-tech boots, HUGE veins on my calves,
fly carcasses on my glasses from when I walked from Paris to Dakar.
I’m dirty, trudging through a lake,
I’m hungry, eating on the go.
Drinking from the bottle, energy drinks,
crapping in the duck, all so smooth.
I’m on the run, I’m on the hunt, like a hunted fox, always on edge,
it’s like an addiction, I need it every day.
WHOOP - I’m a bus, my brakes fail.
I stomp through walls, nothing can last, biting my nails, got bees in my ass.
Gotta get out again, don’t wanna rot, women mourn, wearing black rags.

Something keeps me on my toes and sometimes I’m fed up,
it kicks me day and night, the devil’s on my back, snapping at me.
The world has to keep turning, nothing can stay the same,
I run through my life, like a train on two legs.
A dog can’t crow, a fish can’t scream,
and I can’t stand still, I’m a rolling stone.

The music’s pumping loud, I smell it from afar: rum, smoke, women, and soap.
Three bouncers fly to the side; because I ride into the club like I’m on rails.
I run ten laps through the club, I dance, the dance floor’s going down,
chicks in fancy pumps are in the way, I take them to the bar and we take a shot.
I’ve got her on my back, dancing on the table, spilling all the drinks, I’m wet like a fish,
I run out the back, once around the house and back in the front; I’m almost fresh again.

The wheel has to keep turning so I’m turning the wheel, I gotta go, everyone’s losing it.