From mixtape "Setting the Second Sun"

Lyrics:
(Verse 1: Taj)
Runnin em out, I got yo bitch on the couch
You can not vouche, she is so dead
Taj in her head, ripping up parts of her house 
Except for I'm leaving the pest
Takin apart all the hearts from the souls 
Yeah I control, I got my mind on a roll 
I got my kind on a goal, I got some gold
Now I'm just tryna keep up with society
Eyeing me, people just constantly trying me
What do you need? Is it a lobotomy?
I got 10 voices that constantly follow me
I do not know what's wrong with inside of me 
I do not know, but mom will you cry for me? 
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta 

(Hook: Sciryl) 
Dreamin of, dreamin of bread and the money, dreamin of worth in the end
Dreamin of, dreamin of bread and the money, dreamin of worth in the end
Dreamin of, dreamin of money, bread, and the dreamin of worth in the end
Dreamin of, dreamin of bread and the money, good when I get what I'm worth in the end

(Verse 1 Cont.: Taj)
Gotta go, gotta go, I got another show
Forcing the times, smoke a half with another O
Jumping the gain, I aint got nowhere else to go
Svn the clan and we gaining the riders fam
I am too generous, selling this shit for like half what I got it for
I am so villianous, takin your head off with bass, I been killin this

(Hook: Sciryl) 
Dreamin of, dreamin of bread and the money, dreamin of worth in the end
Dreamin of, dreamin of bread and the money, dreamin of worth in the end
Dreamin of, dreamin of money, bread, and the dreamin of worth in the end
Dreamin of, dreamin of bread and the money, good when I get what I'm worth in the end

(Verse 2: Sciryl)
Walkin talkin zombie comin for your childrens head ugh
I could give them drugs and make em stupid with the meds ugh
Bet you think thats what I wanna do, but you aint got a clue again
I been worried bout the future and the motherfuckin end
You cant tell me anything that I dont know about myself
I used to take pills, but now I'm sleepin fine without ugh
Then I think about how ________ could be on my couch bruh 
Thinkin bout it makes me wanna blow my brains out
Blue in the face cause I'm holdin my breath
Anxiety comes and its grippin my chest 
Nothin to smoke, rather be dead
Caught between nothin and somethin again 
Fortnite then bed, then I'm breakin the bread 
I'm escapin the demons inside of my head
Dreamin of bread and the money again
I'll be good when I get what I'm worth in the end
Runnin em out when I'm cockin the shell
Next time you see me it will be in hell
Taj and I bond to a lethal amount 
It'd be better to keep us ontop of the shelf
Ounce by the week breakin my bank account
It's so easy to say that I need when I'm out
I'm an addict, I'm fiendin, I'm needin an out
And a thank you to people that see me and vouche

*CONTACT*
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:Taj - www.instagram.com/tajtheprofessional/

RUNNIN EM OUT (PROD. SANTOS SANTANA)

Sciryl/TajtheProfessional
On all major music platforms.
Business Contact: projektseven@outlook.com

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RUNNIN EM OUT (PROD. SANTOS SANTANA)

PROJECT7