LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeRunaway
[intro]Married men act totally differentWhen 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, take it easy now, god bless you"You be like that nigga ain't like thatYou see him by himself, "what's up tony? ""hey, yo, where's the bitches at, nigga? "[verse 1: j. cole]Yeah, give me my space, lord ain't enough time to chaseAll these dreams, I mean I got no time to waitLove my girl but I told her straight up "don't wait up"Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we fucked then made upUsed to living free as a bird, but now I'm laid upFeeling like a nigga got handcuffs onHow the fuck did my life become a damn love song?She ride for a nigga and she stand up for himBut a nigga wanna be a nigga, be a niggaRide through the streets with freaks and real niggasShe never understand what it's like to be a manKnowing when you look inside yourself you see a niggaAnd you don't wanna let her downBut you too young for the settle downAnd maybe you can thug it out, learn what is love aboutWhen you can't live with her and you can't live withoutOh shit, goddamnI think the devil got his hands on meStripper saying"baby, why don't you throw these bands on me? "And I came to spendShe pop a molly let the motherfucking games beginI'm running[hook: j. cole]Runaway, runaway, runaway, runawayI'm holding on desperatelyRunaway, runaway, runaway, runawayI'm holding on[verse 2: j. cole]When it's all said and done everybody diesIn this life ain't no happy endingsOnly pure beginningsFollowed by years of sinning and fake repentanceThe preacher says we were made in image of lordTo 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 shitShe losing faith in him and he knows and shitLike what the fuck is a breakDon't know how much I can take no moreI give you all I got till it ain't no moreNo more tears it's been ten long years, damn nearI don't know if I can wait no more, and who can blame herYou complaining 'bout every time you outYou come back she poutSleeping back to back, this is wackWe 'bout to go platinum and I'm in the crib acting outMy childhood fantasies of wife and homeBut it's a whole lot of actresses I'd like to boneAnd despite the rumors you hold out on account of your guiltShe's has got to spend her nights aloneAnd she ride or die like eve and 'emMake home-cooked meals every eveningAnd even then, your lowest daysWhen you're no longer supermanAt least you know you got lois laneBut you[hook]Runaway, runaway, runaway, runawayI'm holding on desperatelyRunaway, runaway, runaway, runawayI'm holding on[verse 3: j. cole]Yeah, unbelievable seen evil that not even knievel knowAt age 3 I knew this world was three belowListen, even know my ego low achieved the unachievableImagine if my confidence was halfway decent, yoThis just in, fucked more bitches than bieber thoughStill I keep it low, got my niggas on the need to knowBasis, my manager back in the days was racistI was a young boy, passing skates and tucking lacesOld perverted white man who told me: "jermaineIt's all pink on the inside, fuck what color their face is"Wise words from an indecent manMade me reflect on the timesWhen we was three-fifths of themIn chains and powerless, brave souls reduced to cowardiceSlaving in the baking sun for hours justTo see the master creep into the shack where your lady at9 Months later got a baby, that'sNot quite what you expected, but youRefuse to neglect it, cause youKnow your wifey loves you, does you refuse to accept it?That's that type shit that tell why my granny light-skinnedRich white man rule the nation stillOnly difference is we all slaves nowThe chains still concealedIn our thoughts, if I follow my heart to save myselfCould I run away from 50 mill like dave chappelle?You know[hook]Runaway, runaway, runaway, runawayI'm holding on desperatelyRunaway, runaway, runaway, runawayI'm holding on
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