It took eight years to write this You oughta know what I went through If there’s a use You act in vain Like always You never cared about the truth There ain’t no use (You keep running, you keep running, you keep running) (Keep running, keep running, keep running) Where the prophet? Was it worth it? To have made all those lies? Did it kill you To admit That you ain’t Knew what good that sh*t was? You ain’t neva You ain’t neva knew how even good that sh*t was Bet you’re sorry now That you lost It’s a game What a bust You don’t know how good you had it, oh you don’t You don’t, you don’t, you don’t You just had to f*** it up! You just had to f*** it up! (You don’t even know the half of it) Oh…… (How’d you get me so down?) (Keep running, keep running, keep running)