Runaway
A thousand different ways
That I could choose
Already made first place
I can't lose
Went through hell
And I came back
Made it out without a bruise
No
This ain't no celebration
It's a welcome to my doom
Chase a mil'
Run away
Won't fuck with no one
I think I'm liking this life
More than my old one
Iced Cubans
With white studs
Look frozen
Wasn't planning
Making this far
But guess I'm chosen
Split a pill
In the backstage
Of my first show
Bad habits
That I ain't ready
To let go
I'm tryna kill
A part of me wanna let know
Told em' that I'm empty inside
Cold as the wind blows
Ooooh ooooh
Crash the whip and
Lose control
Oooh oooh
Fuck it
Ion care no more
Oooh ooh
And we ain't making 24
Oooh ooh
Missed my own party
Too busy
Was tryna black out
Woke up in the morning
Popped Rxs
And I passed out
50 different texts
From my ex
She want me back now
Wonder if she miss me
Or miss me
Blowing her back out
Don't know what's got into me
Feel like my life is history
Hoping and praying to find
What's got me feelin incomplete
Money
Bitches
Or cars
I'm betting you that it's
None
I only need my drugs
They helping to keep me
Numb
Said I only need some love
But I don't like gettin my heart attached
You start feelin somethin real
Then I start falling back
I jus want a couple racks
Touring with a couple stacks
Way you living boring
So don't ask me when I'm coming back
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
No lookin back
Im on my own
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Made it far away
From home
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Now I'm exactly where I'm possed
I'm exactly where I'm
I'm exactly where I'm possed to be
Double cup be controlling me
Bitches want more
Hearts on the floor
Ain't looking back
Once I walk out that door
Chase a mil'
Run away
Won't fuck with no one
I think I'm liking this life
More than my old one
Iced Cubans
With white studs
Look frozen
Wasn't planning
Making this far
But guess I'm chosen
Split a pill
In the backstage
Of my first show
Bad habits
That I ain't ready
To let go
I'm tryna kill
A part of me wanna let know
Told em' that I'm empty inside
Cold as the wind blows
Oh, oh, oh
Fuck it ion care no more
Oh, oh
Fuck it ion care no more
Oh
We ain't making 24
We ain't making twenty
We ain't making 24
That I could choose
Already made first place
I can't lose
Went through hell
And I came back
Made it out without a bruise
No
This ain't no celebration
It's a welcome to my doom
Chase a mil'
Run away
Won't fuck with no one
I think I'm liking this life
More than my old one
Iced Cubans
With white studs
Look frozen
Wasn't planning
Making this far
But guess I'm chosen
Split a pill
In the backstage
Of my first show
Bad habits
That I ain't ready
To let go
I'm tryna kill
A part of me wanna let know
Told em' that I'm empty inside
Cold as the wind blows
Ooooh ooooh
Crash the whip and
Lose control
Oooh oooh
Fuck it
Ion care no more
Oooh ooh
And we ain't making 24
Oooh ooh
Missed my own party
Too busy
Was tryna black out
Woke up in the morning
Popped Rxs
And I passed out
50 different texts
From my ex
She want me back now
Wonder if she miss me
Or miss me
Blowing her back out
Don't know what's got into me
Feel like my life is history
Hoping and praying to find
What's got me feelin incomplete
Money
Bitches
Or cars
I'm betting you that it's
None
I only need my drugs
They helping to keep me
Numb
Said I only need some love
But I don't like gettin my heart attached
You start feelin somethin real
Then I start falling back
I jus want a couple racks
Touring with a couple stacks
Way you living boring
So don't ask me when I'm coming back
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
No lookin back
Im on my own
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Made it far away
From home
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Now I'm exactly where I'm possed
I'm exactly where I'm
I'm exactly where I'm possed to be
Double cup be controlling me
Bitches want more
Hearts on the floor
Ain't looking back
Once I walk out that door
Chase a mil'
Run away
Won't fuck with no one
I think I'm liking this life
More than my old one
Iced Cubans
With white studs
Look frozen
Wasn't planning
Making this far
But guess I'm chosen
Split a pill
In the backstage
Of my first show
Bad habits
That I ain't ready
To let go
I'm tryna kill
A part of me wanna let know
Told em' that I'm empty inside
Cold as the wind blows
Oh, oh, oh
Fuck it ion care no more
Oh, oh
Fuck it ion care no more
Oh
We ain't making 24
We ain't making twenty
We ain't making 24
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Writer(s): Nicholas Seda
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