[Hook]
Nothing compares to how real it feels
To be here without a pair of round wheels, I’m serious
You never done it, you'll wonder why I talk like it’s fun to go
But trust me, my buddy, I tell you running is wonderful
[Verse 1]
1,2 check, me and my two legs
Not looking to do less
What can I do to remove stress?
I take a few steps to my drawers and sort for a pair of gym shorts
Nikes, throw on a white tee, Old Spice de-
Oderant, I go to get some shoes on to my feet
Do a quick stair run to warm up my cardio
Put a pad in my pocket then I gotta go, automo
Biles don’t appeal, I’m an elitist for feet
See me on the street, better yield to me
Cause I’m a pedidestrian, reppin' 'em the best we can
Twenty something miles, rolling like an empty Pepsi can
Represent, long distance runners!
If you got pasta in your kitchen cupboard
Pregaming Poland Spring in the vicious summer
When we reach our destination, this is uttered:
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
When I hit the road, I do it literally repeatedly
It’s like a boxing match and I’m bickering with the street
Back off, asphalt! You’ll never have the victory
I got my Asics on and you got nothing that can jig with me
I’ll hit these streets till I’m six feet deep
I’ll always love running like what Whitney sings
Nature paths, train tracks, hit every terrain man!
New Haven to New London, I’m covering the state map
Right, left, right, left, right, left, right left
My steps, hold the beat, hear the time in, my breath
Lean, sinewy, I lean, into the
Breeze, and I’m not listening to an mp3
I’m a boss of running; I go ‘cross the country
And there’s no such thing as lost, I’m just free
I’m endurance; I’m a speed hiker
Of streets, light as can be, I’m a
Roadrunner, no I’m not a bird
But they tell me that I fly when they see me on the curb
All the swerve in the world, but that’s a boggled word
What I mean is when I’m jogging, I surprise you on the curve
And you cross to the oncoming lane and you honk
And you say I should not be endangering ya’ll
But the pavement is ours, take this one, cars!
I’m behind the white line: break it down hard!
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I don’t care how many streets your favorite rapper says he runs
Does he do it with his legs? I bet he never does!
Say I can’t step to him but he’s not even getting up
So believe that when I come… you better run
And I know that you all use slang when you talk
But I know every dog by name on my block
When your dog starts to bark, and you say “Heel Foo-Foo!”
I wave to your place and say “Nice meeting you too”
What’s with you fools wearing bottles on your waist?
Aren’t those for people who do marathons or race?
People who do more than a 3K jog a day?
Ya’ll fake! I hope you dehydrate, fall and faint
On the pavement, and everyone ignores you
I do not support you like the Reeboks you wore through
You gonna drive to the store? Are you really that soft?
Take your feet off the gas and put em on the black top
And start kicking it, kicking it, don’t think of quitting it
Our shins weren’t given to be sitting for these distances
You want to take what? I don’t know what a breather is!
Keep sprinting, sprinting, sprinting, sprint no matter what the meterage
5 miles, never stop!
15 miles, never stop!
25 miles, never stop!
50 miles, never stop!
Cause some people since the womb have never stretched their legs to move
Just remember that whenever you step in your tennis shoes
Some fellas are too heavy to even step the length you do
Every tendon you excessively extend should be a blessing
Just don’t let up! Wipe the sweat off! I can see you want a rest stop
But guess what! If you schlep off then a run’s not what you went on
That’s a run/walk, a blend of both, and though no one may ever know
In the depths of your soul you definitely know it’s not commendable
Don’t surrender to the chemicals, The pain you felt a sec ago
Already left your legs and so you surely know the next will go
Just never slow, don’t ever slow, don’t even stop to check your pulse
You’re getting close, you can’t ever slow even if you get a OH!
That’s a cramp!
It’s in my calf
Can someone get me some ice in a bag?
[Break]
[Verse 4]
And as you exit your front door and start stretching your calves
Warm up your kickbacks, you should remember this fact
You’re not doing this for fitness; that just isn’t the plan
You’re doing this for the wimps and cause you physically can
Everyone else will want to sit in their Honda Civ
And talk like 8 miles was a beast and you conquered it
And it’s cool when you can look at their broadened optic lids
And calmly quip, “You don’t even know what jogging is”
I didn’t care to get the fame, or for the resume
I got better things to chase, I did this cause when you say
“Wow, you went pretty far!” I can say
“Yeah, and I didn’t do it with a car”
[Hook]
