[Chorus]
runnin on the low
wheels spinnin out
i done circled back
tire on a flat
tryna run from my problems now save me
talkin bout runnin all my problems down save me

[Verse I – Malik Dawson]
i been chained up like im boxed in a cage
lost in a cave, maybe lost in my ways
stuck in the pin from the night to til the day
having thoughts of the end, in the box ima lay
nah my face in the wind
feelin drops of the rain
try to breath in
but my lungs feel strained
try to pretend
that i dont feel pain
try to real back in
but i gone insane

how you feelin i heard you killin
to take this pill in
i heard you well
i heard you willin to hurt yo self
heard you still in the dirt
no help
i give you guidance i'm no villian
i know you fill in the words yo self
you feelin the herbs yo self
you never even heard yo self

liar liar
that's what you call me
how many bottles of that gin is it homie
thats how you makin yo decisions homie
how many times you defend when you call me
all me?
and all of ya family callin
stallin'
pick up the phone less often
put ya face on and act my nigga
make like ya soul in tact my nigga

[Bridge]
who da fuck think you is
stick yo nose in my biz
got yo words in my ear
like i hear what you hear
like i live what you live
what you fear
no way
got yo hand on my head
go 'way
gotta have it
yo way
got a hand out
no way
no way

[Chorus]
runnin on the low
wheels spinnin out
i done circled back
tire on a flat
tryna run from my problems now save me
talkin bout runnin all my problems down save me

[Verse II – Pluto Black]
Didn’t see the shadows, but they see me / (me)
Going no limit, chasing these dreams / (dreams)
Mother’s intuition, is what fuels me / (me)
Envision my ambition, now a brotha feelin’ free / (free)
Found peace in the blunt smoke / gun smoke /
Levitated homies speak through / these notes /
Peep the poems as I pen through / trauma /
Karma, in the calm of, winter’s palms / hit the block with this /
Sober, searching, wisdom / On the corner we were
soldiers, on a, mission / For that dollar sequence
stacking, toward our, Kingdom / You know a brotha had
to eat, the competition / Cash rules, bullet wounds,
will change, perspectives / dead homie’s prayers
my, divine, protection / I know my father’s soul’s
guiding me / to brighter dreams / these shadows creep / All over me /
I was too busy to balance this focus / too busy finding my purpose /
Out of the mud like a lotus / Rose from the streets till they notice /
My motive, I know, they gon quote it /
Running this music like pushing this weight /
Baring my soul on the records today
This ‘mumble rap’ changing the family’s fate /
I, hear them when they prosper, during, visiting hours /

[Bridge]
who da fuck think you is
stick yo nose in my biz
got yo words in my ear
like i hear what you hear
like i live what you live
what you fear
no way
got yo hand on my head
go 'way
gotta have it
yo way
got a hand out
no way
no way

[Chorus]
runnin on the low
wheels spinnin out
i done circled back
tire on a flat
tryna run from my problems now save me
talkin bout runnin all my problems down save me