Runnin' Away
What's the issue?
What's the issue?
Oh oh oh oh oh
Said you wanna know the truth, well let me show you proof
I can give you things that he can never do
Said it's been a minute since I called, too many racks so I get involved
You said you too busy to give a response?
Then I'll be with him till you fall in line
I don't have the space or the fucking time
Wanna be with you but you're fucking gone
(Yeah)
Wanna be with you but you're really gone
Gone, gone
Said what's the issue, I've been tryna get with you
And you know I can't resist you, but this seems like you feel a way
If you haven't noticed I'm into you, tell me if you feel the same?
Okay
Feel like you're not in the mind or space, did you forget what you said that day? okay
You keep on playing these games, I just can't put shit you do to the grave, no way
You're really sneaky, no trace, doing these things, you won't say it on my face, okay
Nah
You steady you tripping on this shit, fumble in this bitch
If I could go again, I would rather pull the blick
But fuck as it is, I ain't even gonna trip, no
And fuck you what it is hoe
Yeah
Running away
From your love
Running away
From the truth
Running away
away from you
Running away
I can't choose
Running away
To be with you
Running away
I won't lose
Running away
From the pain, put the pain on my back
Fuck it, I don't miss you, you can't ask me where I'm at
Lil bitch need a tissue, she keep crying bout the facts
Ch. Fuc-
Said don't be asking where I'm at
I can see it through you, see it clear with your intentions
Now you're getting nasty when your words seem like you're stressing
Now you're getting real, you're getting deep so you confessing
Tell me who you pressin'
I've been pressin' lessons
Pulled up in a Lexus, girl you got the nerve
To come here with all that loud loud, you waking up the birds
I don't wanna hear from him, especially not from her
But I ain't on no Ray J shit, cause girl you know who hit it first
I know you attached, you still text me what's the word
Seem like your new nigga getting hit right where it hurts
I ain't stressing you, I done pushed you through the curve
I don't care what you been saying, girl I know it wouldn't work
Pulled up and I swerve, making money like a nerd
I'm talking racks everyday, getting bags everyday
I know shorty miss me but right now I'm way too busy
Getting stacks everyday, keeping racks on the plate
Keeping stacks on the plate, keeping racks
I ain't really tryna get attached
You don't gotta worry where I'm at
Keep your distance, just like that
What's the issue? What's the issue?
What's the issue?
Oh oh oh oh oh
Said you wanna know the truth, well let me show you proof
I can give you things that he can never do
Said it's been a minute since I called, too many racks so I get involved
You said you too busy to give a response?
Then I'll be with him till you fall in line
I don't have the space or the fucking time
Wanna be with you but you're fucking gone
(Yeah)
Wanna be with you but you're really gone
Gone, gone
Said what's the issue, I've been tryna get with you
And you know I can't resist you, but this seems like you feel a way
If you haven't noticed I'm into you, tell me if you feel the same?
Okay
Feel like you're not in the mind or space, did you forget what you said that day? okay
You keep on playing these games, I just can't put shit you do to the grave, no way
You're really sneaky, no trace, doing these things, you won't say it on my face, okay
Nah
You steady you tripping on this shit, fumble in this bitch
If I could go again, I would rather pull the blick
But fuck as it is, I ain't even gonna trip, no
And fuck you what it is hoe
Yeah
Running away
From your love
Running away
From the truth
Running away
away from you
Running away
I can't choose
Running away
To be with you
Running away
I won't lose
Running away
From the pain, put the pain on my back
Fuck it, I don't miss you, you can't ask me where I'm at
Lil bitch need a tissue, she keep crying bout the facts
Ch. Fuc-
Said don't be asking where I'm at
I can see it through you, see it clear with your intentions
Now you're getting nasty when your words seem like you're stressing
Now you're getting real, you're getting deep so you confessing
Tell me who you pressin'
I've been pressin' lessons
Pulled up in a Lexus, girl you got the nerve
To come here with all that loud loud, you waking up the birds
I don't wanna hear from him, especially not from her
But I ain't on no Ray J shit, cause girl you know who hit it first
I know you attached, you still text me what's the word
Seem like your new nigga getting hit right where it hurts
I ain't stressing you, I done pushed you through the curve
I don't care what you been saying, girl I know it wouldn't work
Pulled up and I swerve, making money like a nerd
I'm talking racks everyday, getting bags everyday
I know shorty miss me but right now I'm way too busy
Getting stacks everyday, keeping racks on the plate
Keeping stacks on the plate, keeping racks
I ain't really tryna get attached
You don't gotta worry where I'm at
Keep your distance, just like that
What's the issue? What's the issue?
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Writer(s): Christopher Lorenzo
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