Listen to Runaway (feat. Pusha T) by Kanye West

Runaway (feat. Pusha T)

Kanye West

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Lead Vocals
Jeff Bhasker
Jeff Bhasker
Keyboards
Chris "Hitchcock" Chorney
Chris "Hitchcock" Chorney
Cello
Pusha T
Pusha T
Vocals
Rick James
Rick James
Sampled Artist
The Backyard Heavies
The Backyard Heavies
Sampled Artist
The WRLDFMS Tony Williams
The WRLDFMS Tony Williams
Background Vocals
The-Dream
The-Dream
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Emile Haynie
Emile Haynie
Songwriter
Jeff Bhasker
Jeff Bhasker
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Malik Yusef
Malik Yusef
Songwriter
John Branch
John Branch
Songwriter
P. Phillips
P. Phillips
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
Emile Haynie
Emile Haynie
Co-Producer
Jeff Bhasker
Jeff Bhasker
Co-Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Recording Engineer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mixing Engineer
Cary Clark
Cary Clark
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Recording Engineer
Christian Mochizuki
Christian Mochizuki
Assistant Recording Engineer
Gee Roberson
Gee Roberson
Executive Producer
Kyambo "Hip Hop" Joshua
Kyambo "Hip Hop" Joshua
Executive Producer
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Executive Producer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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), look at ya, look at ya, look at ya (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 (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 (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 (look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Run away When it starts to get crazy (look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) 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 (look at, look at, look at, look at, look at, look at, look at ya) Run away When it starts to get crazy (look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Why can't she just run away? Baby, I got a plan Run away as fast as you can (look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) 24-7, 365, pussy stays on my mind I-I-I, I did it, alright, alright, I admit it (look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Now pick your next move, you could leave or live with it (look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Ichabod Crane with that motherfuckin' top off Split and go where? Back to wearing knockoffs? Haha, knock it off, Neimans, shop it off Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off (look at ya) Hoes like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas (look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet Comes with a price tag, baby, face it (look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) You should leave if you can't accept the basics Plenty hoes 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 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 (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
Writer(s): Mike Dean, Kanye Omari West, Emile Haynie, Jeffrey Bhasker, Malik Yusef El Shabbaz Jones, Terrence Le Varr Thornton, Peter Phillips, John Roger Branch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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