More songs by That Mexican OT
Description
Producer, Programmer: Bankroll Got It
Composer Lyricist, Producer: Jayson "Koko" Bridges
Vocalist: That Mexican OT
Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Caleb “C4” Albarado
Recording Engineer: Ryan ”Mellow” Venable
A& R: Sean Mula
A& R: Erica Bowen
A& R, Aand Radministrator: Antonie Banks
Aand Radministrator, A& R: Wil “Tril Wil” Dobard
A& R: Ian Holder
A& R: Stephane Mazumdar
A& R: Chris Turner
Composer Lyricist: Virgil Gazca
Composer Lyricist: Joel Banks
Composer Lyricist: Taylor Banks
Lyrics and translation
Original
I been runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin'
'Til I, I can't run no more (I can't run no more)
And these girls, girls, girls, they on my mind
And they runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin'
'Til they, they can't run no more
Smoking on a slapwood, I'm choking on a splinter
The Escalade hog up both lanes and eat the road up for dinner
How you look like you fell from heaven, but at the same time a sinner?
Pull out my liver and pour some Wackhardt and sip like a winner
I been runnin', runnin', runnin' until my toes bleed
I'm hittin' dust until my nose bleed
The old me would probably tell you to do it
And the new me will still tell you to do it
So I'ma still drink, smoke weed, and hit cocaine
I'm a troubadour from Texas, I'ma let my nuts hang
They gon' know the notoriety of Mexican OT when he pass
And when I die, bury me face down, so the world could kiss my ass
I been runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin'
'Til I, I can't run no more (I can't run no more)
And these girls, girls, girls, they on my mind
And they runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin'
'Til they, they can't run no more
Show after show, ho after ho, and I ain't had enough
How this dude riding in the Rolls-Royce? That shit ain't adding up
He made me mad enough, whooped his ass like his dad should've done
And your sister ratted you out, she said you sweet like Honey Buns
You know I wasn't asking questions, so you took off on the money run
Damn, that shit hurt
On this bitch-ass tour bus and my life's been a blur
Excuse me, I'm on weed and mushrooms, I might talk with a slur
I put my foot inside his mouth and I wore 'em like boots with the fur
And the reason why I whopped your ass, Greg, is 'cause ain't true with your words
I been runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin'
Like she down the street, I'ma have her screamin' she cummin'
Let me know it's real, baby, tat my face on your tummy
I can't run no more
I can't run no more
And these girls, girls, girls, they on my mind
And they runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin'
'Til they, they can't run no more