Runner's High - Kim Ximya, Cautious Clay

얼마 안됐어, I hate it

These plastic bitches

I get them It’s all about the surface no deeper

망가진 몸으로 뛰는 내가 억지로 들이마시는 신은

맘 닫힌 여자들의 흥분 횟수, 딱 그만큼의 비를 내리시지

의미 없는 곡들을 쏟아내는 지랄 오늘 안에도 가능해

바로 구멍 찾기 바빠 돌아갈 맘 없는 새끼들과 다를 게 전혀

Baby, I be running crazy, I’m aiming your head

Yeah, maybe I can, you’d never understand

What this money does all these talking and gossip

물질 앞에 흔들리는 장래는 잔뜩 부풀어버린 배 안으로

부자연스러운 관심을 쑤시지만 우린 알지

Hold up, maybe you should

아니, 제발 알아듣지 말아줘

Cause I was bout to be feeding off of it

Losing, losing, losing

결국에 수식뿐인 승기는

You know what the bad music used to move with

죄다 하나같이 무늬뿐인 느낌은

지워 버리기엔 너무 넓게 번져 버렸지, 휘말릴 뿐 (losing)

If you wanna make it happen

각자의 신이 베푼 대로 걷는 수밖에 (lost, bitch keep walking)

I don’t give a dang (you do give a dang)

숨만 쉬면 돼 (더 많은 걸 원해)

I don’t give a shh about that

Motherfucking money in your bank

I do give a shit, 말은 필요 없지

난 되는대로 살아왔어

15년 이후로 말이 되는 것만 하며

계속 굴러가게끔 은수저로 뒷받침

많이, 많이, 많이 벌길 원해

가물가물 할 뿐 나의 견해

When I’m bout it, bout it, I could make it ugly

계속 걸어 갈 듯 멈춰있는 것에

It's been a while, I hate it

These plastic bitches

I get them It’s all about the surface no deeper

Running with a broken body, the god I forcefully breathe in

The number of excitement of closed-minded women, it rains just that much

You pour out meaningless songs, it's possible even today

It’s no different from the bastards who are busy looking for a hole right away and don’t want to go back

Baby, I be running crazy, I'm aiming your head

Yeah, maybe I can, you'd never understand

What this money does all these talking and gossip

The future swaying in front of material is inflated into a boat

Picks up unnatural attention but we know

Hold up, maybe you should

no please don't listen

Cause I was bout to be feeding off of it

Losing, losing, losing

In the end, a victory that is only a formula

You know what the bad music used to move with

The feeling that everything is just a pattern

It spread too wide to erase, just get caught up (losing)

If you wanna make it happy

We have no choice but to walk as our respective gods gave us (lost, bitch keep walking)

I don't give a dang (you do give a dang)

I just need to breathe (I want more)

I don't give a shh about that

Motherfucking money in your bank

I do give a seat, no words needed

I've been living my life

After 15 years, doing only what makes sense

Backed by a silver spoon to keep rolling

I want to earn a lot, a lot, a lot

It's just my opinion

When I'm bout it, bout it, I could make it ugly

To stop as if to keep walking