Runaway (feat. Down With Webster)

Look at ya! Look at ya! Look at ya! Look at ya! And I always find, yeah Always find somethin' 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 jerkoffs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away, as fast as you can She found 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 Always find, yeah Always find somethin' 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 jerkoffs That'll never take work off 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 ya!) Run away Don't have to get crazy (look at ya!) Run away I think I've found a plan Run away, as fast as you can Run away from me, baby Run away Run away from me, baby (look-look-look at ya!) Run away Doesn't have to get crazy (look at ya!) Why can't she just run away? Baby, I got a plan Run away, as fast as you can Okay, 24 - 7, 365 Groupies stay on their grind I-I-I-I get it Alright, I'll help you get it But, now that you're here, either leave, or get with it I'm not a chauvinist, this is just reality You can't afford guilt on a rock band salary Mickey, full of vodka, you're looking like Mallory Fuck counting money, you should stick to counting calories 'Cause, let me tell you, this thing here is wearing thin Unless you've got a couple friends that want sharing in And, yesterday you were outside, staring in And, now you're here, and next week you'll be here for them Every tour bus visit, every laminate Comes with expectations, from that band you're with This is everyday business, so manage it Or runaway now, if your ass can't handle it (handle it, handle it...) Never was much of a romantic I could never take the intimacy And I know it did damage Plus, the look in your eyes is killing me I guess you knew of an advantage 'Cause you can 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 Always find somethin' 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 jerkoffs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away, as fast as you can