Runaway

Who am I
It's poetic if you ask me
I'm just a lost boy that always knows exactly what to say
Left hand, sticky weed, sticky weed

Right hand, shot of Hennessy
It's my favorite drink, coffee table full of coke lines
Now my nose will bleed, but who am I
But what is this? This is not my life

I don't know this life
Stolen car, with low seats
Never been a thief
Smart stripper, consoling me

Tuition, money
We ain't got no maps
And we ain't got no phones
But we gotta go

Get in the car
Let's hit the road
I'm just a
Runaway
Moving state to state

Heartbreak ways
Slave to the chase
I'm just a
Runaway

Always on the roll
But I'm not a stone
Looking for a
Home

Two girls
Uno dos
With no hearts
Cold babies

Pretty hair
You're beautiful
But deep scars
Threesomes

Not my forte
It's not regular
But three times
Since I've been away

Guess, I'm losing track
Family
Family
They don't recognize me

How they beg and plead
New friends
I'm not your homie
Y'all don't know me

Memories
Everything
They don't ever fade
They stay on my brain

I was gonna change
But
I'm just a
Runaway
Doing the same old thing

Moving state to state
Heartbreak ways
Slave to the chase
I'm just a

Runaway
Always on the roll
But I'm not a stone
Looking for a

Home
Runaway
Runaway
Runaway



Credits
Writer(s): Roderick Davis
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