Kanye West - Runaway (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kanye West - Runaway (en) Lyrics
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And I always find, yeah, I always
find something wrong
You been putting up with my
shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at finding 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'll 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 with that shit
See, I could have me a good girl
And still be addicted to them hoodrats
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 something wrong
Run away from me, baby, run away
When it starts to get crazy, why
can't she just, run away?
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 wit' it
Ichabod Crane with that
motherfucking top off
Split and go where? Back to
wearing knockoffs, haha
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 the balla-nigga matrix
Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless
I'm just young, rich, and tasteless
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