Runaway

Ain't doing no singing tonight
Ugh ugh ugh

And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong (common, common)
You been puttin' up with' my shit just way too long (ok, ok) eh!
I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most (yeah)
So I think it's time for us to have a toast (common)

Let's have a toast for the douchebags (wah!)
Let's have a toast for the assholes (assholes)ugh
Let's have a toast for the scumbags (common)
Every one of them that I know (yeah)
Let's have a toast to the jerkoffs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

24-7, 365, pussy stays on my mind
I-I-I-I did it, all right, all right, I admit it
Now pick your next move, you could leave or live with' it
Ichabod Crane with that motherfuckin' top off
Split and go where? back to wearin' knockoffs, huh?

Knock it off, Neiman's, shop it off
Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off
Fools like vultures wanna fly in your Freddy loafers
You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas
Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet

Comes with a price tag, baby, face it
You should leave if you can't accept the basics
Plenty hoes in a baller-nigga matrix
Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless
I'm just young, rich, and tasteless
P!

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)I wanna take this time to thank everybody
Who supported the whole good music movement
Everybody who got my name as my name
Everybody who got that Yeez's album
Everybody who got that Big Shawn album



Credits
Writer(s): Mike Dean, Kanye Omari West, Emile Haynie, Jeffrey Bhasker, Malik Yusef El Shabbaz Jones, Terrence Le Varr Thornton, Peter Phillips, John Roger Branch
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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