AWA

Runaway

Track byJ. COLE

122
2
  • 2013.06.18
  • 5:14
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歌詞

Yeah give me my space Lord it ain't enough time to chase All these dream na 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 live 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 this love's about When you can't live with her And you can't live without Awww shit got damn I think the Devil got his hand on me Stripper saying baby won't you throw them bands on me And I came to spend She pop a molly let the motherfucking games beginning I'm running [Hook] 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 said that we were made in image of lord To which I reply are you sure? Even a murderer? Even a whore? Even a nigga running through bitches on tour Wit a good girl at home folding clothes and shit She losing faith in him and he knows it 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 complain about every time you out You come back she pout Sleeping back to back This is whack We about 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 the guilt That she has got to spend her nights alone And she ride or die Like Eve and them Make home cook meals every evening And even in your lowest days when you're no longer Superman At least you got Lois Lane but you [Hook] Unbelievable Seen evil that not even Knievel know At age 3 I knew this world was 3 below Listen even though my ego low Achieve the unachievable Imagining my confidence was halfway decent though This just in Fuck more bitches than Bieber though Still I keep it low Got my niggas on a 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 they face is Wise words from an indecent man Made me reflect on the times when we were 3/5 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 Nine months later got a baby that's Not quite what you expected But you refuse to neglect it 'Cause you know your wifey love you Thus you refuse to accept it That's the type shit that turn my granny light skin Rich white men rule the nation still Only difference is we all slaves now The chains concealed in our thoughts If I follow my heart and save myself Could I run away from $50 Mil like Dave Chappelle You know [Hook]

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