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Runaway

Runaway

[Kanye West:]

Look at you [14x]

Look at you [8x]

Ladies and gentlemen, la-ladies and gentlemen

 

And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin’ wrong

You been puttin’ up with my shit just way too long

I’m so gifted at findin’ what I don’t like the most

So I think it’s time for us to have a toast

 

Let’s have a toast for the douchebags,

Let’s have a toast for the assholes,

Let’s have a toast for the scumbags,

Every one of them that I know

Let’s have a toast for the jerk-offs

That’d never take work off

Baby, I got a plan

Run away fast as you can

 

She find pictures in my e-mail

I sent this bitch a picture of my dick.

I don’t know what it is with females

But I’m not too good at that shit.

See, I could have me a good girl

And still be addicted to them hood rats

And I just blame everything on you

At least you know that’s what I’m good at

 

And I always find

Yeah, I always find,

Yeah, I always find somethin’ wrong

You been puttin’ up with my shit just way too long

I’m so gifted at findin’ what I don’t like the most

So I think it’s time for us to have a toast

 

Let’s have a toast for the douchebags,

Let’s have a toast for the assholes,

Let’s have a toast for the scumbags,

Every one of them that I know

Let’s have a toast for the jerk-offs

That’d never take work off

Baby, I got a plan

Run away fast as you can

 

Run away from me, baby

Run away

Run away from me, baby

(Look at you, look at you, look at you)

Run away

When it starts to get crazy

(Look at you, look at you, look at you)

Just run away

Baby I got a plan

Run away as fast as you can

 

Run away from me, baby

Run away

Run away from me, baby

(Look at, look at, look at, look at, look at, look at, look at you)

Run away

When it starts to get crazy

(Look at you, look at you, look at you)

Why can’t she just, run away?

Baby I got a plan

Run away fast as you can

 

[Pusha T:]

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’ knock-offs, ha, ha?

Knock it off, Neiman’s, shop it off

Let’s talk over Mai Tais, waitress, top it off

Hoes 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!

 

[Kanye:]

Never was much of a romantic,

I could never take the intimacy.

And I know I did damage,

‘Cause the look in your eyes is killing me,

I guess you knew in an advantage

‘Cause you could blame me for everything.

And I don’t know how I’mma manage,

If one day you just up and leave

And I always find yeah, I always find somethin’ wrong

You been puttin’ up with my shit just way too long

I’m so gifted at findin’ what I don’t like the most

So I think it’s time for us to have a toast

 

Let’s have a toast for the douchebags,

Let’s have a toast for the assholes,

Let’s have a toast for the scumbags,

Every one of them that I know

Let’s have a toast for the jerk-offs

That’d never take work off

Baby, I got a plan

Run away fast as you can

Written by Kanye West, Terrence Thornton, Emile Haynie, Jeff Bhasker, Mike Dean and John Roger Branch

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