Running Boy

[VERSE 1] Coach’s complaints
Man I got some games to win, and all these kids they call me coach
When you got a team on your shoulders, you better touch-down with them 10 toes
We need everybody hustling, everybody growing, and everyone but you seems to be all-in
Show me that you want to be here, show up on time, you gotta prepare
You act like you do not care, walk up late again, you’ll run I swear
Forget your jersey to the game again, I got your bench warm
Better yet I’ll take ya contract from ya

[Chorus 1] Narrator's Explanation
Running man Running man, Running man
Running boy Running boy, Running boy
Running from thoughts of his mom in the hospital
Running from shattered glass and splattered alcohol
Chronic illnesses, she got a God-sent five percent chance to live
But back home Daddy drinks himself to death, no rides so running boy’s out of breath

[POST-Chorus 1] Boy's complaints
And what’s next? No breaks, no rest. “take a lap; late is not your best”
I can run for some time but there ain’t no point in hiding
These problems are monstrous loch nesses

[PRE-VERSE 2] Coach's Shift of Perspective
Man I got some points to score and you subtracting
Tell me more so I can see why you’re distracted

[VERSE 2] Boy's Response
Okay I got this
You think I’m lazy
You think I take my time just to waste yours and coach that may be
But maybe lately things been going crazy
Hella trix, life likes to play me
Home more strange than Lestrange; please don’t blame me

[Chorus 2] Boy's Response Continued
Running man Running man, Running man
Running boy Running boy, Running boy
Running from thoughts of his mom in the hospital
Running from shattered glass and splattered alcohol
Chronic illnesses, she got a God-sent five percent chance to live
But back home Daddy drinks himself to death, no rides so running boy’s out of breath

[POST-Chorus 2] Boy's Response Continued
And what’s next? No breaks, no rest. “take a lap; late is not your best”
I can run for some time but there ain’t no point in hiding
These problems are monstrous loch nesses

[VERSE 3 COACH] Coach's Resolution
I should’ve separated you from what you do
Got the facts before berating you
Can’t believe you ran to practice all those days that ya daddy should’ve taken you
Don’t you worry about the carpool; I’ll save you a seat in the Bentley-Coupe
Don’t run no more little running boy; You could be my son if you wanted to

[Chorus 3]
Running man Running Man Running man
Running boy Running boy, Running boy
Running from thoughts of his mom in the hospital
Running from shattered glass and splattered alcohol
Chronic illnesses, she got a God-sent five percent chance to live
But back home Daddy drinks himself to death, no rides so running boy’s out of breath

[POST-Chorus 3]
And what’s next? No breaks, no rest. “take a lap; late is not your best”
I can run for some time but there ain’t no point in hiding
These problems are monstrous loch nesses