Runaway ft. Pusha T Lyrics

Runaway ft. Pusha T - Kanye West

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

You been puttin' up wit' 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 douche bags

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'll never take work off

Baby, I got a plan

Run away fast as you can

She find pictures in my email

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 wit' 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 douche bags

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'll never take work off

Baby, I got a plan

Run away fast as you can

Runaway from me baby

Runaway

Runaway from me baby

Runaway

When it starts to get crazy, then run away

Babe, I got a plan, run away as fast as you can

Runaway from me baby

Runaway

Runaway from me baby

Runaway

When it starts to get crazy

Why cant she just runaway?

Baby I got a plan

Run away fast as you can

Twenty four seven, three sixty five

Pussy stays on my mind

I-I-I-I did it

All right, all right, I admit it

Now pick your best move

You could leave or live wit' it

Ichabod Crane with that mothafuckin' top off

Split and go where?

Back to wearin' knockoffs, 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 bitches in the baller-nigga matrix

Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless

I'm just young, rich, and tasteless

P!

Never was much of a romantic

I could never take the intimacy

And I know it did damage

'Cause the look in your eyes is killin' me

I guessin' you're at an advantage

'Cause you could blame me for everything

And I don't know where I'ma manage

If one day you just up and leave

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

You been puttin' up wit' 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 douche bags

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'll never take work off

Baby, I got a plan

Run away fast as you can