| Meet me on the runway, runway, runway
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| Meet me on the runway, runway
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| Meet me on the runway, runway, runway
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| It’s time that we soar, it’s time to take off
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| I was getting claustrophobic, my city get small and them walls is closing
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| I’m living where them Winters is long and they hearts is frozen
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| And women with the slenderest forms would start disrobing
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| I left the Roc and drove into my spot in Lower Brooklyn
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| No looking back at them, ladies, I was smashing ‘em
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| Went from chasing ass to chasing dreams and now I’m catching ‘em
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| I’m not the king of my city, there ain’t no throne, see?
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| I am like the president, all its residents chose me
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| I left my home and came with hopes of gaining global fame
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| Now I’m pulling out all fucking stops, I’m like a local train
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| Not a lot of opportunity, I’m in the Roc and I gotta apply to Move to B
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| On top, now the trap on the block where I get locked up for a two to three
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| Or three to four, that’s what I’m leaving for, I got a dream
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| And I’m needing more, I gotta be in stores like the dude on shelves
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| And he moving himself like a Ouija board, hey, and I’m moving fast
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| Groupies strapped in a blue-green Jag, bend ‘em and I send ‘em
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| On they way when I’m entering a plane with a Toonie bag
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| I don’t wanna be the one they talk about
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| Like he woulda been something if he gotten out
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| So I bounce and I did what my father did
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| I left home and I left my scholarship
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| Never went to colleges and my city never had a lot of jobs to give
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| And mama didn’t want me in the house to live
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| So I booked to that Brooklyn apartment, I’mma chase my dreams
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| Get ‘em into seats and I make them scream
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| Living and I’m hitting every dique and I’m tripping every week
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| When they change my sheets, huh? |
| And I’m living like a playboy
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| With the window tinted on the ‘84, women in the back
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| And I’m driven by the fact ain’t shit legit that they can hate on
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| Upstate by my idol, ain’t nobody taking the title
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| So I bounce, I don’t wanna be around ‘em, pedaling an ounce
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| For the sake of survival so I stand with my hand on the Bible
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| Fam on my side and I feel too strong, people only mad
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| ‘Cause they want what I have but they can’t so they can’t move on
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| And the plane touch down when I’m in the terminal in my town
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| Then I get determined to make you proud when they heard
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| That the earner is back around, all I have’s a day
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| Then they know I gotta go back away but I fare thee well
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| Spinning like a carousel when I’m sitting on the baggage claim |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Runway , by - Emilio Rojas. Song from the album The Natural, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп