Runnin'
Starlito Lyrics

Yikes. Feeling like I'm running out of time.
I am starting to feel like I am running out of time and I am starting to get worried.

What time is it?
I am concerned with time and how much of it I have left.

No time like the present.
I should focus on what I can do in the present moment rather than worrying about the past or future.

Oh I'm feeling like I'm running out of time, running out of time.
I am becoming increasingly more worried about running out of time as time goes on.

Feeling like I'm running out of time. Running.
I feel like I am running out of time and the situation is urgent.

Hurry and be patient. Hurry and be patient.
I need to act quickly, but I also need to be patient and wait for the right opportunity.

We just waiting on a break through but it ain't occurred to us to keep waiting.
We are waiting for a breakthrough, but we have not considered that we may need to keep waiting.

What you want is what you feel farthest from, but you feel you deserve it, huh?
You may feel like what you want is far away, but you still feel entitled to it.

I don't feel like my nerves is numb, impervious like I just started this song.
I am not numb to my situation and feelings; I am acutely aware of them, just like when I started this song.

Fast forward to a service in a church, a funeral or a court date.
I am imagining a future where I may be attending a funeral or a court hearing, making me think about how I am spending my time now.

Anxiety keeps me separate, to myself.
My anxiety causes me to feel alone and withdrawn from others.

Getting higher by the day, reminds you of the divorce rate.
My increasing anxiety is like the rising divorce rate, both indicating something going wrong.

No place like home, fourth base, slide through for a play just to feel more safe.
Home is the safest place I know, and I am willing to take risks just to feel that sense of safety.

Even though I really know I can't avoid fate, nor ignore hate.
I am aware that both fate and the negative emotions of others cannot be avoided, but I am still trying to find ways to deal with them.

I'm going through it as well, I consider myself and my music as means for me to motivate.
I am facing my own challenges as well, but I use my music to inspire and motivate myself and others.

It's understood, sometimes good just ain't good enough. That's okay cause I know I'm great.
I recognize that sometimes even my best efforts fall short, but I still have confidence in my abilities and potential.

I got more money than time.
I have more wealth than I have time.

Just trying to get more money than time.
I am attempting to prioritize my money over my time.

I'd rather put it in my rhymes than have somebody dropped down, have my body can find.
I would rather put my time and energy into creating music than risk ending up dead and lost somewhere.

Talk to my homies in the cell on the cell, someone out of time.
I communicate with my friends who are incarcerated, who have lost some of their time, using my phone.

Let em know I'm doing fine, I got some girls on go, let em know when they fine.
I tell my friends that I am doing well, and that I have some women who are interested in me.

They airing it, I'm racing myself, impatient with myself.
Other people may be sharing their opinions or stories, but I am focused on my own improvement and am frustrated with my own progress.

I know I don't rest cause I sleep light. Trying to eat right for the sake of my health.
I do not get much rest because I am constantly alert and worried, and I am trying to eat healthier to take care of myself.

What's beef like when the steaks is well?
When everything else is going well, what is there to fight over? This is a rhetorical question, likely meaning something along the lines of there being no reason to start conflict at this point in time.

So high they let me gamble in a separate room.
I am at a level of success where I am treated differently and given special treatment, such as being allowed to gamble in a separate room.

So high I'm riding next to known like eleven fifty-seven.
I am so successful that I am on the same level as other notable people, like my success is equal to the number 1157.

Make eleven, and a fear fire sitting right next to em.
This is unclear and there may be a typo ('fear' instead of 'near'), but it may mean something like 'there is tension next to me and I am trying to ignore it and continue on with my success.'

Paranoid, like I'm on borrowed time.
I am paranoid about not having enough time, as if my time is temporary and not guaranteed to be mine.

All my shit like a rest room.
This is unclear but may mean something like 'everything I do is uncomfortable and stressful, like using a public restroom.'

Pacing myself and racing myself.
I am trying to balance taking care of myself and improving myself at the same time, which can be a delicate balance.

I'm feeling like I'm running out of time, moving forward but I'm still behind. And it seems the faster I run the less I get done and I don't know why.
I feel like I am running out of time but am stuck in place. Even though I am trying to move quickly, I feel like I am not accomplishing much, and I am not sure why.