However, whenever they try to close the door on the relationship, their partner knocks and the singer lets them back in. While they don't know what their partner wants, they know what they need, and that is to let go of a relationship that seems to cause more pain than joy. The repeated phrase of "mixed signals, mixed signals, they're killing me" highlights the confusion and inner turmoil that the singer is experiencing. In the song "Street Runner" by Rod Wave, the lyrics delve into the mixed signals that the singer is receiving from their partner. The idea of you listenin' to this, the thought of you on the other side of the line This message is gettin' long so I just say bye, but I miss bein' around you, hearin' your laugh and holdin' your handīecause, I miss you, and I just thought of you, so I thought I'd call youĪnd I took that as a sign, that I should call and say hiĪnd I hope you don't think I've lost my mind, I hope you don't think I'm crazy Uh, I should hang up, what am I doin'? UmĪnd I've been thinkin' about our love and how much I miss your touch I kinda just called to hear your voice, so Hey, I'm kinda glad that you didn't pick up (yeah) Higher and higher and higher (yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah) Takin' me higher (takin' me higher, takin' me higher, takin' me higher) Goin' higher and higher and higher (yeah, yeah yeah) Street runner, gotta stop runnin' sometimes (yeah)Īnd these lights (these lights), make me feel so inspired (yeah) I just hope we don't end how they do (You know how they be on that front) She say I love you, but don't trust you, can't change you (I don't know if it's worth it) Then I love you, can't blame you (I don't know why I stay) (blame you) She tell me fuck you, I hate you (I don't know why I love you) Lord knows I wanna lay ya down but I'm chasin' cakeĬan't go back broke, stay on the go, that's all that's on my brain I'm way in Michigan right now, lookin' at real estate I blame my struggles and my uncles for my hustlin' ways I hope chasin' my dreams don't get in the way Probably home, wishin' someone come and love you how they 'posed toĪnd I hope you see this letter 'fore it's too late (yeah) I think about you when I'm gone (yeah), wishin' I could hold you Gotta watch my back and keep my strap, but nonetheless (nonetheless) So scared to fail, I'm calculatin' my every step (yeah) Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).I been so zoned out, tryna figure out what's next ![]() Get the embed code Wale - Folarin Album Lyrics1.Change Up2.Fa We We Never Freestyle6.Skool Daze7.Street Runner8.The Forward by G MogulWale Lyrics provided by Hit the scene, guillotine, niggas head off theirselves Word, real nigga shit, you might gone need some help Lucaya closed from a line of row, no lying, go check itĪnd I'm hoping I can motivate and do it big as Oprah Tell my respecters on Malcom X, I apply the pressure God bless 'em, my cigar fill with all my stressingĭon't own a mirror, but made a million simply reflecting Real women respect me, they can tell that I listenĪnd little niggas is mad that I'm winning Real niggas respect me, I ain't switch up my image When women who never loved you is showing you so much of it How can you really do it? How can you really love it? It's funny privacy limits even though I'm living with comfort Look, is this what you predicted? Look what you becoming Or whatever her name is, she just likes to get famousĪnd I bet she see the light, know that's Benjamin Franklin Now that Benz friend, I'm sliding in that new Mercedes I'm a slim jim, it's designated to your lady ![]() With braggodacio like Randy Macho Man out the toro We ain't no gangsters, but we gone mob up before we borrow Number five Tokyo don't even know the priceīitch, we balling like we ain't harvesting for tomorrow ![]() Such a lie for I couldn't get up out these Nike's My shirt so crazy I get away with some Sketchers Shape-Ups My denim made by respected Asians, I dress amazing What I lay every statement should be the defecation These niggas lame and uneducated and constipated ![]() Practice make perfect, so perfect'll be my mama's maiden The nerve of these niggas, they acting like they done already made it
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