| Oh, oh, oh oh
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| Out in the cold you told me you would be fine
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| Now you’re alone, struggling for a place to call home
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| And I’m there, not a minute late
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| Another runaway, we need to run away
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| Situation elevated since the last time I was faded
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| And we called ourselves brothers but the distance had me changing
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| Poured the champagne but y’all too far away to taste it
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| Used to hate on city life cause y’all too far away to chase it
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| Feeling in the matrix but there ain’t no one to save us
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| So we gotta take advantage of the cards that we was handed
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| Clothes come easy now, shout out to my uncle Nenix
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| Now we running shit, shout out to my orthopedist
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| Started from the womb, we’ve been spitting since a fetus
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| Now I’m crowded by conceited motherfuckers that ain’t eatin', all good
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| Tell 'em back home it’s all good
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| Tell 'em eat a dick all wood, pause
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| Just remember me a winner cause I’ll see you come December
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| Holidays are just reminders of the times I wasn’t with you
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| Hold this within my left wrist for our friendship
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| Till the reaper come and get us, y’all my motherfucking niggas
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| Out in the cold you told me you would be fine
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| Now you’re alone, struggling for a place to call home
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| And I’m there, not a minute late
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| Another runaway, we need to run away
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| Out in the cold you told me you would be fine
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| Now you’re alone, struggling for a place to call home
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| And I’m there, not a minute late
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| Another runaway, we need to run away
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| Situation elevated since the last time I was faded
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| And the last time me and you had had a peaceful conversation
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| Told me keep on trucking like we towing
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| Nevertheless I’m still focused on the thoughts of how you holding up
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| Don’t hope for much, you hold your coffee down
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| I’m making Starbucks, the playing field even but I know we both cheating
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| Got a rhyme but not a reason for the lies that I was leading
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| Got a meeting with my dream so there’s no time to Skype this evening
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| Your sister, I miss her, your boyfriend through the meter, no, I’m playing
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| Your boy’s a joke, word to Marlon Wayans, swear I fight him in a second, girl
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| You know the mic my friend
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| It’s how you get the message when I no longer can text you
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| Hear our past on every record cause it’s way too hard forgetting
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| All the teachings in the world can’t force another lesson
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| That it’s better you’re a ghost within my presence
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| But I still remember you just as a blessing, I’m confessing
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| Out in the cold you told me you would be fine
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| Now you’re alone, struggling for a place to call home
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| And I’m there, not a minute late
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| Another runaway, we need to run away
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| Out in the cold you told me you would be fine
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| Now you’re alone, struggling for a place to call home
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| And I’m there, not a minute late
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| Another runaway, we need to run away, oh, oh
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| On and on till I see you again
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| We’ll go on and on till we wash away our problems
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| We’ll go on and on till I run back to my city
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| Oh, I can’t wait, I can’t wait |