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 driving for days
You ain't even stop for gas, my nigga
Mr. Postman, is you drivin' to me?
Is you drivin' 'cross the 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 it
Cocaine is ruthless

Yeah
Yeah
Woah-oh-oh
Yeah
Yeah
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh
Yeah
Yeah
Woah-oh-oh
Woah
Get drunk now
Yeah
Yeah
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah, ooh yeah