Runaway

Album: Born Sinner (2013)
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  • Married men act totally different
    When they by themselves, don't they?
    You see them with their wife
    "What's up Tony?"
    "Hey man, how's everything going brother?"
    "Just taking it easy, hanging out with the lady"
    "Alright, God bless you, take it easy now"
    You be like that nigga ain't like that
    You see him by himself, "What's up Tony?"
    "Hey yo, where's the bitches at nigga?"
    Where's the bitches?

    Yeah, give me my space
    Lord ain't enough time to chase
    All these dreams, I mean I got no time to wait
    Love my girl but I told her straight up "don't wait up"
    Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we fucked then made up
    Used to living free as a bird, but now I'm laid up
    Feeling like a nigga got handcuffs on
    How the fuck did my life become a damn love song?
    She ride for a nigga and she stand up for him
    But a nigga wanna be a nigga, be a nigga
    Ride through the streets with freaks and real niggas
    She never understand what it's like to be a man
    Knowing when you look inside yourself you see a nigga
    And you don't wanna let her down
    But you too young for the settle down
    And maybe you can thug it out, learn what is love about
    When you can't live with her and you can't live without
    Oh shit, goddamn, I think the devil got his hands on me
    Stripper saying
    "Baby, why don't you throw these bands on me?"
    And I came to spend
    She pop a molly let the motherfucking games begin
    I'm running

    Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
    I'm holding on desperately
    Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
    I'm holding on

    When it's all said and done everybody dies
    In this life ain't no happy endings
    Only pure beginnings
    Followed by years of sinning and fake repentance
    The preacher says we were made in image of Lord
    To which I replied: "Are you sure?
    Even the murderer? Even the whore?
    Even the nigga running through bitches on tour?"
    With a good girl at home folding clothes and shit
    She losing faith in him and he knows and shit
    Like what the fuck is a break
    Don't know how much I can take no more
    I give you all I got till it ain't no more
    No more tears it's been ten long years, damn near
    I don't know if I can wait no more, and who can blame her
    You complaining 'bout every time you out, you come back she pout
    Sleeping back to back, this is whack
    We 'bout to go platinum and I'm in the crib acting out
    My childhood fantasies of wife and home
    But it's a whole lot of actresses I'd like to bone
    And despite the rumors you hold out on account of your guilt
    She's has got to spend her nights alone
    And she ride or die like Eve and 'em
    Make home-cooked meals every evening
    And even then, your lowest days
    When you're no longer Superman
    At least you know you got Lois Lane
    But you

    Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
    I'm holding on desperately
    Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
    I'm holding on

    Yeah, unbelievable seen evil that not even Knievel know
    At age 3 I knew this world was three below
    Listen, even know my ego low achieved the unachievable
    Imagine if my confidence was halfway decent, yo
    This just in, fucked more bitches than Bieber though
    Still I keep it low, got my niggas on the need to know
    Basis, my manager back in the days was racist
    I was a young boy, passing skates and tucking laces
    Old perverted white man who told me: "Jermaine
    It's all pink on the inside, fuck what color their face is"
    Wise words from an indecent man
    Made me reflect on the times when we was three-fifths of them
    In chains and powerless, brave souls reduced to cowardice
    Slaving in the baking sun for hours just
    To see the master creep into the shack where your lady at
    9 months later got a baby, that's
    Not quite what you expected, but you
    Refuse to neglect it, cause you
    Know your wifey loves you, does you refuse to accept it?
    That's that type shit that tell why my granny light-skinned
    Rich white man rule the nation still
    Only difference is we all slaves now, the chains still concealed
    In our thoughts, if I follow my heart to save myself
    Could I run away from 50 mill like Dave Chappelle?
    You know

    Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
    I'm holding on desperately
    Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
    I'm holding on Writer/s: Amy Rankin, April Rankin, Bri Bagwell, Haley Cole
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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