Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Runaway, artist - J. Cole. Album song Born Sinner, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roc Nation
Song language: English
Runaway |
Married men act totally different when they’re by themselves, don’t they? |
You see them with their wife, like |
«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, where’s the bitches at, nigga?» |
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, 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, won’t you throw these bands on me?» |
And I came to spend, she pop a molly let the motherfucking games begin |
I’m running… |
Run away, run away, run away, run away |
I’m holding on desperately |
Run away, run away, run away, run away |
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 wack |
We 'bout to go platinum in a minute, 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 'em |
Make home cooked meals every evening |
And even then, your lowest days when you no longer Superman |
At least you know you got Lois Lane |
But you… |
Run away, run away, run away, run away |
I’m holding on desperately |
Run away, run away, run away, run away |
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 skate 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 |
And change empower less, brave souls reduce the 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 excepted |
But you refuse to neglect it cause you know your wifey love you |
Does you refuse to accept it? |
That’s that type shit that tell why my granny light skin |
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 Chappell? |
Run away, run away, run away, run away |
I’m holding on desperately |
Run away, run away, run away, run away |
I’m holding on |