積分
演出藝人
J. Cole
聲樂
Ron Gilmore
電子琴
Dave Linaburg
吉他
John Patitucci
貝斯
Rachel Calin
貝斯
Annaliesa Place
小提琴
Suzanne Ornstein
小提琴
David Southhorn
小提琴
Shmuel Katz
中提琴
Milena Pajaro-Van De Stadt
中提琴
Desiree Elsevier
中提琴
Kyle Armbrust
中提琴
Jerry Grossman
大提琴
Maureen McDermott
大提琴
Mary Wooten
大提琴
Sandra Park
弦樂
Ann Lehmann
小提琴
Christine Kim
大提琴
Joanna Maurer
第一小提琴
Jung Sun Yoo
小提琴
Nate Jones
貝斯
詞曲
Jermaine Lamarr Cole
詞曲創作
Pete Whitfield
管弦樂編曲
Ken Lewis
弦樂編曲
製作與工程團隊
J. Cole
製作人
Elite
共同製作人
Ken Lewis
工程師
Juro "Mez" Davis
混音師
Sam Giannelli
助理混音師
Chris Athens
母帶工程師
Mark Pitts
執行製作
Roc Nation
執行製作
Tyler Hartman
工程師
Daniel Recinos
工程師
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Married men act totally different when they by theyself don't they?
You see him with their wife, "What's up Tony
Hey, man, how's everything goin' brother?"
"Aw, just takin' it easy, hanging out with the old lady"
"Alright, God bless you, take it easy now, alright"
Feel like, that **** ain't like that
He's thinking 'bout himself, "What's up Tony?"
"Hey, where's the bitches at, ****?
Where's the bitches?"
[Verse 2]
Yeah, give me my space
Lord, ain't enough time to chase all these dream
Know what I mean, I got no time to wait
Love my girl but I told her straight up, don't wait up
Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we fucked and made up
You still livin' free as a bird but now I'm laid up
Feelin' like a **** got handcuffs on
How the fuck did my life become a damn love song?
She ride for a **** and she stand up for him
But a **** wan' be a ****, be a ****
Ride through the streets with freaks and real ****
She never understand what it's like to be a man
Knowin' when you look inside yourself, you see a ****
And you don't wanna let her down
But you're too young for the settle down
And maybe you can thug it out, learn what this love about
When you can't live with her and you can't live without
Aw shit, goddamn, I think the devil got his hands on me
Stripper saying, "Baby, why don't you throw them bands on me?"
And I came to spend
She pop a molly, let the motherfuckin' games begin
I'm runnin'
[Verse 3]
Run away, run away, run away, run away
I'm holdin' on desperately
Run away, run away, run away, run away
I'm holdin' on
[Verse 4]
When it's all said and done, everybody dies
In this life ain't no happy endings
Only pure beginnings followed by years of sinnin' and fake repentance
The preachers say that we were made in image of love
To which I reply, are you sure?
Even a murderer?
Even a whore?
Even a **** runnin' through bitches on tour?
With a good girl at home foldin' clothes and shit
She losin' faith in him and he knows this shit
Like what the fuck is a break?
Don't know how much I can take no more
I give you all I've got till it ain't no more
No more tears, it's been ten long years
Damn near, I don't know if I can wait no more and
Who could blame her?
You complain, about every time you out, you come back, she pout
Sleepin' back to back, this is whack
We 'bout to go platinum and I'm in the crib
Actin' out my childhood fantasies of wife and home
But it's a whole lot of actresses I'd like to bone
And despite the rumors you hold out on account of the guilt
That she has got to spend her nights alone
And she ride or die
Like Eve and 'em
Make home-cooked meals every evening
And even in your lowest days when you're no longer Superman
At least you know you got Lois Lane but you
[Verse 5]
Run away, run away, run away, run away
I'm holdin' on desperately
Run away, run away, run away, run away
I'm holdin' on, yeah
[Verse 6]
Unbelievable
Seen evil that not even Knievel know
At age three I knew this world was three below
Listen, even know my ego low, achieved the unachievable
Imagine if my confidence was halfway decent, yo
This just in, fuck more bitches than Bieber though
Still I keep it low, got my **** on the need-to-know basis
My manager back in the days was racist
I was a young boy passin' skates and tuckin' laces
Old perverted white man who told me, "Jermaine
It's all pink on the inside, fuck what color they face is"
Wise words from an indecent man
Made me reflect on the times when we was three fifths of them
In chains and powerless
Brave souls reduced to cowardice
Slavin' in the bakin' sun for hours just to see the master creep into the shack where your lady at
Nine months later got a baby that's
Not quite what you expected
But you refuse to neglect it
'Cause you know your wifey love you
Thus you refuse to accept it
That's the type of shit that turned my granny light-skinned
Rich white men rule the nation still
Only difference is we all slaves now
The chains concealed in our thoughts
If I follow my heart to save myself
Could I run away from fifty mill
Like Dave Chappelle? You know
[Verse 7]
Run away, run away, run away, run away
I'm holdin' on desperately
Run away, run away, run away, run away
I'm holdin' on
Written by: Jermaine Cole