Runaway
Personal issues
Pills that I miss use
Pain in my heart
I'm like a lit fuse
Sip and I spit blues
Save me the tissues
I be up all night
Sleep in, i hit snooze
Debt never go away
Nine to five don't pay
Living to die
Breathing to go slave
Young and we wild now
Fuck it I won't pay
Wanna go vibe out
Flight to MIA
I'ma kick it, sayonara
Tell my girl, tell my mama
Need a fresh start
Gotta depart
Wanna roll out no drama
I be first class, champagne, buzzin while I'm the damn plane
Complimentary steak and caviar
I want the whole thang
Roll play
Flight attendant on me like it's soul plane
Mile high, when she drop right to that floor mane
Call me captain jack
I captivate with no strain
Commandeer the crew
Command caprice undue her drawstring
Beat it up
That shawty be screamin
She told me, keep it rough
I peter pipe her down, picasso paint her face and leave her, yuh
Too clean to cuff
Too young to stress, depress, to be in love
Don't mean to but, I'm selfish with my vision
Only need a buck
When I touchdown in the Mia
I wanna live it up, no givin up, for no mandate
I'm talkin parties till the sunset in that sunshine state
Soak up that sunny weather, grab a tan and lead my day
Zoom fast, I'm on elevation
You last, forever placin
Got a blue past but see a future full of cheddar chasin
I want the rari racin
Loubuitin's to drip my bass
I think I need some Gucci, Louis, as we rise to meet the waste
Balenciaga
Maybe oh maybe should it be Ferragamo
I like my tee's in the two's
I'm like a teeter totter
Keep it proper
Keep it drippy, drowning like a stream of water
I need a dollar like a run-on sentence need a commas
Personal issues
Pills that I miss use
Pain in my heart
I'm like a lit fuse
Sip and I spit blues
Save me the tissues
I be up all night
Sleep in, i hit snooze
Debt never go away
Nine to five don't pay
Living to die
Breathing to go slave
Young and we wild now
Fuck it I won't pay
Wanna go vibe out
Flight to MIA
I want those new vibes
Runaway to new days
I can't live on rewind
Why I drew a few plays
Want my money too high
Need my pockets too paid
Penthouse living sea side
Runaway to new days
Pills that I miss use
Pain in my heart
I'm like a lit fuse
Sip and I spit blues
Save me the tissues
I be up all night
Sleep in, i hit snooze
Debt never go away
Nine to five don't pay
Living to die
Breathing to go slave
Young and we wild now
Fuck it I won't pay
Wanna go vibe out
Flight to MIA
I'ma kick it, sayonara
Tell my girl, tell my mama
Need a fresh start
Gotta depart
Wanna roll out no drama
I be first class, champagne, buzzin while I'm the damn plane
Complimentary steak and caviar
I want the whole thang
Roll play
Flight attendant on me like it's soul plane
Mile high, when she drop right to that floor mane
Call me captain jack
I captivate with no strain
Commandeer the crew
Command caprice undue her drawstring
Beat it up
That shawty be screamin
She told me, keep it rough
I peter pipe her down, picasso paint her face and leave her, yuh
Too clean to cuff
Too young to stress, depress, to be in love
Don't mean to but, I'm selfish with my vision
Only need a buck
When I touchdown in the Mia
I wanna live it up, no givin up, for no mandate
I'm talkin parties till the sunset in that sunshine state
Soak up that sunny weather, grab a tan and lead my day
Zoom fast, I'm on elevation
You last, forever placin
Got a blue past but see a future full of cheddar chasin
I want the rari racin
Loubuitin's to drip my bass
I think I need some Gucci, Louis, as we rise to meet the waste
Balenciaga
Maybe oh maybe should it be Ferragamo
I like my tee's in the two's
I'm like a teeter totter
Keep it proper
Keep it drippy, drowning like a stream of water
I need a dollar like a run-on sentence need a commas
Personal issues
Pills that I miss use
Pain in my heart
I'm like a lit fuse
Sip and I spit blues
Save me the tissues
I be up all night
Sleep in, i hit snooze
Debt never go away
Nine to five don't pay
Living to die
Breathing to go slave
Young and we wild now
Fuck it I won't pay
Wanna go vibe out
Flight to MIA
I want those new vibes
Runaway to new days
I can't live on rewind
Why I drew a few plays
Want my money too high
Need my pockets too paid
Penthouse living sea side
Runaway to new days
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Tyerman
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