Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Runaway, artist - Pell.
Date of issue: 23.03.2015
Song language: English
Runaway |
Oh, oh, oh oh |
Out in the cold you told me you would be fine |
Now you’re alone, struggling for a place to call home |
And I’m there, not a minute late |
Another runaway, we need to run away |
Situation elevated since the last time I was faded |
And we called ourselves brothers but the distance had me changing |
Poured the champagne but y’all too far away to taste it |
Used to hate on city life cause y’all too far away to chase it |
Feeling in the matrix but there ain’t no one to save us |
So we gotta take advantage of the cards that we was handed |
Clothes come easy now, shout out to my uncle Nenix |
Now we running shit, shout out to my orthopedist |
Started from the womb, we’ve been spitting since a fetus |
Now I’m crowded by conceited motherfuckers that ain’t eatin', all good |
Tell 'em back home it’s all good |
Tell 'em eat a dick all wood, pause |
Just remember me a winner cause I’ll see you come December |
Holidays are just reminders of the times I wasn’t with you |
Hold this within my left wrist for our friendship |
Till the reaper come and get us, y’all my motherfucking niggas |
Out in the cold you told me you would be fine |
Now you’re alone, struggling for a place to call home |
And I’m there, not a minute late |
Another runaway, we need to run away |
Out in the cold you told me you would be fine |
Now you’re alone, struggling for a place to call home |
And I’m there, not a minute late |
Another runaway, we need to run away |
Situation elevated since the last time I was faded |
And the last time me and you had had a peaceful conversation |
Told me keep on trucking like we towing |
Nevertheless I’m still focused on the thoughts of how you holding up |
Don’t hope for much, you hold your coffee down |
I’m making Starbucks, the playing field even but I know we both cheating |
Got a rhyme but not a reason for the lies that I was leading |
Got a meeting with my dream so there’s no time to Skype this evening |
Your sister, I miss her, your boyfriend through the meter, no, I’m playing |
Your boy’s a joke, word to Marlon Wayans, swear I fight him in a second, girl |
You know the mic my friend |
It’s how you get the message when I no longer can text you |
Hear our past on every record cause it’s way too hard forgetting |
All the teachings in the world can’t force another lesson |
That it’s better you’re a ghost within my presence |
But I still remember you just as a blessing, I’m confessing |
Out in the cold you told me you would be fine |
Now you’re alone, struggling for a place to call home |
And I’m there, not a minute late |
Another runaway, we need to run away |
Out in the cold you told me you would be fine |
Now you’re alone, struggling for a place to call home |
And I’m there, not a minute late |
Another runaway, we need to run away, oh, oh |
On and on till I see you again |
We’ll go on and on till we wash away our problems |
We’ll go on and on till I run back to my city |
Oh, I can’t wait, I can’t wait |