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jred the doctor & boldy james - running late lyrics

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[intro: boldy james]
ayy
where we at?
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: boldy james]
[?] in all blues remind me of my [?] days
hit it with the lactose, same color as lactaid
huntsville, still making drug deals backstage
the same dirty sauce but the work clean in the cascade
[?] 12 on the 6 [?]
got girlies still catfishin’ minus the backpage
[?] joanie and chachi ain’t no more happy days
in the field, bases loaded, it’s like a batting cage
been had the wave before i caught it, i was catching plays
real trap+a+holic from the ozark to the everglades
i’m nevеr phased by the same pеople i [?]
peaking through the shades, pray to god that they don’t ever [?]
blow ten [?]
[?] the stage packing up with [?] ten of spades
the jack of all trades, mix the [?] with the [?]
got married to the street life but never been engaged
what else?

[chorus: jred the doctor]
forever getting paid
grinding eighteen months straight, i need to get away
smart guy, either getting bread or i’m getting brain
tall times but to put it plain i been put in pain
embrace my come up, got a past that i wouldn’t change
these bands i run up is some cash that you couldn’t claim
i’m doing numbers every day, moving heavy weight
doing 180 in lex like i’m running late
[verse 2: jred the doctor]
i’m in the v8, i ain’t talking tomato juice
i [?] grape, mango, strawberry, kiwi haze
been in the field, making scores since my pewee days
bases loaded, making plays like i’m willie mays
trap+a+holic, i got raw cook [?]
[?] hit the small [?]
bird brain strayed from the nest when he went away
came home, caught some stray lead he was led astray
still scr+ping leftovers off of a dinner plate
weighing work, mixing casamigos in my lemonade
bag the [?] in the big easy on my dennis quaid
making the same yearly wage that my dentist made
(doctor)

[chorus: jred the doctor]
forever getting paid
grinding eighteen months straight, i need to get away
smart guy, either getting bread or i’m getting brain
tall times but to put it plain i been put in pain
embrace my come up, got a past that i wouldn’t change
these bands i run up is some cash that you couldn’t claim
i’m doing numbers every day, moving heavy weight
doing 180 in lex like i’m running late



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