Runaway Songtext / Lyric

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, take it easy now, God bless you"

You be like that nigga ain't like that

You see him by himself, "What's up Tony?"

"Hey, yo, 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, but 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, why don't you throw these bands on me?"

And I came to spend

She pop a molly let the motherfucking games begin

I'm running...



Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway

I'm holding on desperately

Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway

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 and I'm in the 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 your guilt

She's 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're no longer Superman, at least you know you got Lois Lane

But you...



Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway

I'm holding on desperately

Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway

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 skates 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

In chains and powerless, brave souls reduced to cowardice

Slaving in the baking sun for hours just

To see the master creep into the shack where your lady at

9 months later got a baby, that's

Not quite what you expected, but you

Refuse to neglect it, cause you

Know your wifey loves you, does you refuse to accept it?

That's that type shit that tell why my granny light-skinned

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 Chappelle?

You know...



Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway

I'm holding on desperately

Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway

I'm holding on