Sprint Lyrics English Translation by HAON & BOYCOLD
Runners, run up run up
Run up run up, RUN
Get out
Boredom is insane, I’m raking it in, whatever, the whip, the money, WOW
I’m trynna make it ART
The times I cried are old stories
I tucked them away in my bookmark
From the very beginning
Runners, run up run up
Run up run up, RUN
Get out
Boredom is insane, I’m raking it in, whatever, the whip, the money, WOW
I’m trynna make it ART
The times I cried are old stories
I tucked them away in my bookmark
From the very beginning
Running on the track
Running all the way
What did you say, maybe?
I just tighten the laces on my shoes even more
I’m goin’ through the trail
They talkin’ down my name
Well, it’s an obvious story, but it’s a love-hate thing
See me living just faster & fast
You’re completely worn out
Running out of gas
Pushin’ myself
As if it’s a wall
The feet that lift me up are in
Turbo mode
Even though I try to keep a positive vibe
I’ve never once tried to take advantage of it
That person who talks like they know me is
Nothing more than no one
Don’t talk to me, I’m hot
Gotta go like miles more
It was pretty big, the half island
You haven’t even reached the half island yet
I’m not lacking, oxygen
Breathe in and out
My life and
The time that’s flowed by
The start where my breath joined in
Point
I’ve said before that life is a feast
But I was the difficult guest
And rather than dealing with all that nonsense now
I want to set up my very own table
Because no one knows me
I am being born, my very own
ART
This isn’t just my own thought
The artists will understand
You’ll feel it
As if pricked by something
So are you really feeling st
I don’t think you really feeling st
If my words sound wrong to you
Then run out and sprint with me
Runners, run up run up
Run up run up, RUN
Get out
Boredom is insane, I’m raking it in, whatever, the whip, the money, WOW
I’m trynna make it ART
The times I cried are old stories
I tucked them away in my bookmark
From the very beginning
Runners, run up run up
Run up run up, RUN
Get out
Boredom is insane, I’m raking it in, whatever, the whip, the money, WOW
I’m trynna make it ART
The times I cried are old stories
I tucked them away in my bookmark
From the very beginning