Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Runaway, artist - Kanye West. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Runaway |
| And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin’wrong |
| You been puttin’up wit’my shit just way too long |
| I’m so gifted at findin’what I don’t like the most |
| So I think it’s time for us to have a toast |
| Let’s have a toast for the douchebags, |
| Let’s have a toast for the assholes, |
| Let’s have a toast for the scumbags, |
| Every one of them that I know |
| Let’s have a toast to the jerkoffs |
| That’ll never take work off |
| Baby, I got a plan |
| Run away fast as you can |
| She find pictures in my email |
| I sent this girl a picture of my, hey! |
| I don’t know what it is with females |
| But I’m not too good with that, hey! |
| See, I could have me a good girl |
| And still be addicted to them hoodrats |
| And I just blame everything on you |
| At least you know that’s what I’m good at See, I always find |
| And I always find |
| Yeah, I always find somethin’wrong |
| You been puttin’up with my shit just way too long |
| I’m so gifted at findin’what I don’t like the most |
| So I think it’s time for us to have a toast |
| Let’s have a toast for the douchebags, |
| Let’s have a toast for the assholes, |
| Let’s have a toast for the scumbags, |
| Every one of them that I know |
| Let’s have a toast to the jerkoffs |
| That’ll never take work off |
| Baby, I got a plan |
| Run away fast as you can |
| R-r-ru-ru-ru-run away |
| Run away from me, baby |
| (Look at, look at, look at, look at you) |
| Run away from me, baby |
| (Look at you, look at you, look at you) |
| Run away |
| Run away from me, baby |
| 24/7, 365, Jenny stays on my mind |
| I-I-I-I did it, all right, all right, I admit it Now pick your best move, you could leave or live wit’it |
| Ichabod Crane with that Lamborghini top off |
| Split and go where? |
| Back to wearin’knockoffs, huh? |
| Knock it off, Neiman’s, shop it off |
| Let’s talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off |
| Pussy ass vulture wanna fly in your Freddy loafers |
| You can’t blame 'em, they ain’t never seen Versace sofas |
| Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet |
| Comes with a price tag, baby, face it You should leave if you can’t accept the basics |
| Plenty bitches in the baller-player's matrix |
| Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless |
| I’m just young, rich, and tasteless |
| Never was much of a romantic |
| I could never take the intimacy |
| And I know it did damage |
| 'Cause the look in your eyes is killin’me |
| I guess that you had an advantage |
| 'Cause you could blame me for everything |
| And I don’t know how I’m-a manage |
| If one day you just up and leave |
| And I always find |
| Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong |
| You been puttin’up with my shit just way too long |
| I’m so gifted at findin’what I don’t like the most |
| So I think it’s time for us to have a toast |
| (Ladies and gentlemen!) |
| Yeah, I always find somethin’wrong |
| You been puttin’up with my shit just way too long |
| I’m so gifted at findin’what I don’t like the most |
| So I think it’s time for us to have a toast |
| Let’s have a toast for the douchebags, |
| Let’s have a toast for the assholes, |
| Let’s have a toast for the scumbags, |
| Every one of them that I know |
| Let’s have a toast to the jerkoffs |
| That’ll never take work off |
| Baby, I got a plan |
| Run away fast as you can |