It's what he said after the Grammys
B-flat
F
B-flat
F
D

I've been runnin', runnin'-runnin'
Running 'round
I've been runnin', runnin'-runnin'
Running 'round
I've been runnin', runnin'-runnin'
Running 'round
I've been runnin', runnin'-runnin'
Running 'round
I've been runnin', runnin'-runnin'
Running 'round
I've been runnin', runnin'-runnin'
Running 'round
I've been runnin', runnin'-runnin'
Running 'round
I've been runnin', runnin'-runnin'
Running 'round
I've been runnin', runnin'-runnin'
Running 'round

I love when you smell like your car
Smell like you've been drivin' for days
You ain't even stop for gas, my nigga
Mr. Postman, is you drivin' to me?
Is you drivin' cross-country?
You've been up for three days with one nap
I know you miss the nighttime
I know you miss your lifetime
Tell me the truth about it
Tell me the truth about it
Tell us the truth about it
Cocaine is ruthless
I know the truth about
Cocaine is ruthless

Yeah, yeah
Woah-oh-oh
Yeah, yeah
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh
Yeah, yeah
Woah-oh-oh (woah-oh-oh) [?]
Yeah, yeah
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh