| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Hey there, lovely sister
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| Won’t you come home to your mister?
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| I’ve got plans to hug and kiss ya
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| I’ve got plans to hug and hug and hug you
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| Let’s go on the run (Ooh, ooh)
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| Let’s go on the run
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| It’s time to hit the road
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| We got one place to go (Ooh, ooh)
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| Greaseproof, meep-meep, I feel like Road Runner
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| I get my feet loose
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| I got that Superman hidden under my jean suit
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| Sittin', just waitin' for Lois to wanna leave too, me too
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| I swear we gotta get away anywhere that we can
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| Just meet me by the water, I’ll be there with the sand
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| And if it goes left, that’s according to plan
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| Sometimes you gotta chuck the wagon off at the bend
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| She broke up with her boyfriend
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| The people wanna know what he said
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| They wanna know the way how
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| You can break her heart like that
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| Do you know I could see someone with personality?
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| Someone who doesn’t think like me
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| Someone who doesn’t feel like me
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| I wanna run away now
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| Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
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| I wanna run away now
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
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| (Check, check, check)
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| Ch-Check it out
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| Baby, we dippin', tell me who’s whippin'
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| Let’s beat the traffic, give it a whippin'
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| These niggas lame
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| They think they different
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| With all that extra ass advice but don’t nobody listen
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| Baby, I’ll keep it in ice but we don’t need a tip in
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| That’s why you passed on open mic when I was only pimpin'
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| I say we move down to Atlanta, get a big ol' house
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| With a giant pair of Timbs just to kick folks out
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| Get outta here
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| Ain’t nobody talkin' to you (Ooh, ooh)
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| And be unbothered (Ooh, ooh)
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| And be unbothered
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| We’ll move farther and farther and farther away (Yeah)
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| Hey there, lovely sister
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| Won’t you come home to your mister?
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| I’ve got plans to hug and kiss ya
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| I’ve got plans to hug and hug and hug you
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| Let’s go on the run (Ooh, ooh)
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| Let’s go on the run
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| It’s time to hit the road
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| We got one place to go (Ooh, ooh)
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| (Ooh)
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Don’t hyperventilate
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| Keep the lyric cool like Cole Bennett Lemonande
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| The boy got aluminum foil on his dinner plate
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| Lot of my time, lattes when it’s gettin' late
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| The mattress just can’t inflate
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| Walk out like a zombie from the stu' and assimilate
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| Humans to simulate
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| Went into the bed close the lights and dim the drapes
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| Always Matt Damon when you come Jimmy Kimmel late
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| Tryna fill the shoes Nick Cannon wear, rental skates
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| Piss like urinal cakes
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| I’m ready, I’m finna take the long ride home like the end of a limo date
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| Rolled the window down so hard that the window break
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| And toss out my demo tape
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| Ooh, ooh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let's Go On The Run , by - Chance The Rapper. Song from the album The Big Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп