Conrad Jon - Route Runner Lyrics

I don't know none of these bitches but know what they do for me
Yeah, that boy floss like a dentist I think that he tooth pulling
She wonder what I'm doing now well I'm probably boof rolling
Why you be texting me late? Cause you know I'm booty calling
Told that girl to meet back door
Bred up in the crossroads always bring the passport
Got a cold heart but the jacket made of cashmere
Yeah I get the cash more
Cash more
Feet don't fail me now
Running routes
Feet don't fail me now
Running routes
Feet don't fail me now
Riding round
Feet don't fail me
Don't fail me
Shorty got a showboat body
No clothes at the party
Ass on poke-mode
Tell me when I don't know something
In the kitchen roll chronic
Off that Paul Bunyan
And the Henny thats my honey
For the night if I want it
Only f*ck nines and dimes
She say I'm too picky for it
Fresh as the first day of class and
I got my pencil sharpened
I told her I see my future so I can be picking and choosing
I'm sticking and moving - I'm winning got sick of the losing
I'm Mixing producing - All I do is music
If I learned anything I'm telling you that it's all about timing
I never stress her - and that's why I stretch her like she do Pilates
I wanted all of my whips like my bitches and dishes: exotic
All of my weed it be hairy and sticky I'm puffing the pomade
Yeah-yeah I'm dope
I'm know-I know I'm dope
Can I chill while I smoke my dope?
I can do anything go where I wanna go
Feet don't fail me now
Running routes
Feet don't fail me now
Running routes
Feet don't fail me now
Riding round
Feet don't fail me
Don't fail me