Runaway (feat. Pusha T)

Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya

Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya

Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya

Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya (Ladies and gentlemen, ladies, ladies and gentlemen)

And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong

You been puttin' 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 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 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

You been puttin' 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

Run away from me, baby

Ah, run away

Run away from me, baby

Run away

When it starts to get crazy

Then run away

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

Run away from me, baby

Run away

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 as fast as you can

Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five, pussy stays on my mind

I-I-I-I did it, alright, alright, 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 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 baller-**** 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 I did damage

'Cause the look in your eyes is killing me

I guess you knew of that advantage

'Cause you could blame me for everything

And I don't know how I'ma manage

If one day, you just up and leave

And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong

You been puttin' 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