Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let's Go On The Run, artist - Chance The Rapper. Album song The Big Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.07.2019
Record label: Chance the Rapper
Song language: English
Let's Go On The Run |
| Ooh, ooh |
| Ooh, ooh |
| Hey there, lovely sister |
| Won’t you come home to your mister? |
| I’ve got plans to hug and kiss ya |
| I’ve got plans to hug and hug and hug you |
| Let’s go on the run (Ooh, ooh) |
| Let’s go on the run |
| It’s time to hit the road |
| We got one place to go (Ooh, ooh) |
| Greaseproof, meep-meep, I feel like Road Runner |
| I get my feet loose |
| I got that Superman hidden under my jean suit |
| Sittin', just waitin' for Lois to wanna leave too, me too |
| I swear we gotta get away anywhere that we can |
| Just meet me by the water, I’ll be there with the sand |
| And if it goes left, that’s according to plan |
| Sometimes you gotta chuck the wagon off at the bend |
| She broke up with her boyfriend |
| The people wanna know what he said |
| They wanna know the way how |
| You can break her heart like that |
| Do you know I could see someone with personality? |
| Someone who doesn’t think like me |
| Someone who doesn’t feel like me |
| I wanna run away now |
| Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo |
| I wanna run away now |
| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo |
| (Check, check, check) |
| Ch-Check it out |
| Baby, we dippin', tell me who’s whippin' |
| Let’s beat the traffic, give it a whippin' |
| These niggas lame |
| They think they different |
| With all that extra ass advice but don’t nobody listen |
| Baby, I’ll keep it in ice but we don’t need a tip in |
| That’s why you passed on open mic when I was only pimpin' |
| I say we move down to Atlanta, get a big ol' house |
| With a giant pair of Timbs just to kick folks out |
| Get outta here |
| Ain’t nobody talkin' to you (Ooh, ooh) |
| And be unbothered (Ooh, ooh) |
| And be unbothered |
| We’ll move farther and farther and farther away (Yeah) |
| Hey there, lovely sister |
| Won’t you come home to your mister? |
| I’ve got plans to hug and kiss ya |
| I’ve got plans to hug and hug and hug you |
| Let’s go on the run (Ooh, ooh) |
| Let’s go on the run |
| It’s time to hit the road |
| We got one place to go (Ooh, ooh) |
| (Ooh) |
| Ooh, ooh |
| Don’t hyperventilate |
| Keep the lyric cool like Cole Bennett Lemonande |
| The boy got aluminum foil on his dinner plate |
| Lot of my time, lattes when it’s gettin' late |
| The mattress just can’t inflate |
| Walk out like a zombie from the stu' and assimilate |
| Humans to simulate |
| Went into the bed close the lights and dim the drapes |
| Always Matt Damon when you come Jimmy Kimmel late |
| Tryna fill the shoes Nick Cannon wear, rental skates |
| Piss like urinal cakes |
| I’m ready, I’m finna take the long ride home like the end of a limo date |
| Rolled the window down so hard that the window break |
| And toss out my demo tape |
| Ooh, ooh |