Текст песни Runaway

For a longest time, I've been wantin' my shine; I'm Songz
Now I'll never let up I've been wantin' this way too long
Got me sitting so high, tryna balance out the lows
And I think it's time that I propose a toast

Let's make a toast to the dickheads that boast 'cause we get bread
Toast to the bad bitches that shit on the ass bitches
Everybody think they're Jordan, so toast to the Pippen's
Nobody's the same, but we know different
We all want this money, right?
Everybody tryna eat like it's money pie
I should live 100 lives
I should have 100 wives
And in 100 beds, I should tell her 100 lies
Then I wonder why,
When it's all set and done, tell me what will I become?
I wanna say that I did learned some, earn some
Bad memories, I done burned some
Sanitize my hands, and now the germs gone
See, you niggas is disgustin'
Bad bitches worldwide wanna fuck 'I'm
You see they treat my dick like lip balm
They know I hit hard, no concussion, come on

For a longest time, I've been wantin' my shine; I'm Songz
Now I'll never let up I've been wantin' this way too long
Got me sitting so high, tryna balance out the lows
And I think it's time that I propose a toast

Let's make a toast to the good times
Let's have a toast for the cash flow
Make a toast to a new bag
On the arm of a bad hoe
Make a toast to the bad day
So we appreciate the sun rise
If you still don't understand, stay away as far as you can
Stay away, stay away, stay away as far as you can
Stay away, stay away, stay away as far as you can
Stay away, stay away, stay away as far as you can
Still don't understand
Stay away as far as you can

This girl I barely even know scream loud for me
George'll probably go get the Loud for me
See I'm living life with no boundaries
But even the sunny days got clouds you see
I'm floating in the air, I live there
Laid back chair, call me Songz Air
I got a beautiful beach, you got a beach chair
I'm the big picture and you're just a small square
But who am I to say I'm better, mayne?
I just want this shit forever, mayne
Momma said there would be better days
But when better days came I knew there were better thangs—ahead of me
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Now quit playing, man, where's everything?
The women are amazing, the liquors always tasteful, the party off the chain
But emptiness remains
Tell me where's the love that I'm missing?
From every day kitchen, or a girl that's really down cause I know she's been
Around
I feel like something wrong, but everything's right
Hand quotes in the air; read left, right
I ain't tryna bitch, I'm livin' the blessed life
Would I trade it in?
Mu'fucka, yeah, right
Wack niggas can't hit me nor see me
This is the graveyard, death sight

For a longest time, I've been wantin' my shine; I'm Songz
Now I'll never let up I've been wantin' this way too long
Got me sitting so high, tryna balance out the lows
And I think it's time that I propose a toast

Let's make a toast to the good times
Let's have a toast for the cash flow
Make a toast to a new bag
On the arm of a bad hoe
Make a toast to the bad day
So we appreciate the sun rise
If you still don't understand, stay away as far as you can
Stay away, stay away, stay away as far as you can
Stay away, stay away, stay away as far as you can
Stay away, stay away, stay away as far as you can
Still don't understand
Stay away as far as you can

If I could stand on a cloud and speak out loud to the world below me
To claim my name, just so that they know me
You see the neighbors know my name
Even the haters love my fame
Everybody plays my game
We've got mental hypocrisy at such high velocities
When I speak truth, everybody calls me Socrates
I've got such a philosophy, that everybody's watching me
Looking at they wrist, shit, everybody's clockin' me
And, ahhh, there's no thrill like a slow kill
Standing at the bottom looking at the top
Hoping that they stop blocking me
If I had a day job, niggas probably stayed gockin' me
See I hate rules
If you said I obey, you ain't ever know Trey
You ain't know I'm season like Old Bay
Do re mi sol fa la si do
Toast to the assholes, exclude me through
Please, don't involve me in that
See, I'm a dignified man with a signified plan
And all problems; He'll solve them
Just leave them in His hands