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2016-12-26

  unaway - J Cole

  Married men act totally different when they're by themselves, don't they?

  You see them with their wife, like, "what's up Tony

  " Hey man, how's everything going brother?"

  "Just taking it easy, hanging out with the lady"

  "Alright, take it easy now, God bless you"

  You be like that nigga ain't like that

  You see him by himself, "What's up Tony?"

  "Hey, yo, where's the bitches at, nigga?"

  Yeah, give me my space

  Lord ain't enough time to chase all these dreams

  I mean I got no time to wait

  Love my girl but told her straight up "don't wait up"

  Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we fucked the maid up

  Used to live free as a bird, now I'm laid up

  Feeling like a nigga got handcuffs on

  How the fuck did my life become a damn love song?

  She ride for a nigga and she stand up for him

  But a nigga wanna be a nigga, be a nigga

  Ride through the streets with freaks and real niggas

  She never understand what it's like to be a man

  Knowing when you look inside yourself you see a nigga

  And you don't wanna let her down but you too young for the settle down

  And maybe you can thug it out, learn what is love about

  When you can't live with it and live without

  Oh shit, goddamn, I think the devil got his hands on me

  Stripper saying: "Baby, why don't you throw these bands on me?"

  And I came to spend, she pop a molly let the motherfucking games begin

  I'm running...

  Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway

  I'm holding on desperately

  Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway

  I'm holding on

  When it's all said and done everybody dies

  In this life ain't no happy endings

  Only pure beginnings followed by years of sinning and fake repentance

  The preacher says we were made in image of law

  To which I replied: "Are you sure?

  Even the murderer? Even the whore?

  Even the nigga running through bitches on tour?"

  With a good girl at home folding clothes and shit

  She losing faith in him and he knows and shit

  Like what the fuck is a break, don't know how much I can take no more

  I give you all I 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 can blame her

  You complaining 'bout every time you out, you come back she paow

  Sleeping back to back, this is wack

  We 'bout to go platinum in a minute, crib acting 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 the guilt

  She's has got to spend her nights alone

  And she ride or die like Eve and 'em

  Make home cooked meals every evening

  And even then your lowest days your lowest days

  When you no Superman at least you got your Lois Lane

  But you...

  Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway

  I'm holding on desperately

  Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway

  I'm holding on

  Yeah, unbelievable seen evil that not even Knievel know

  At age 3 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, fucked more bitches than Bieber though

  Still I keep it low, got my niggas on the need to know

  Basis, my manager back in the day was racist

  I was a young boy, passing skate and tucking laces

  Old perverted white man who told me: "Jermaine, It's all pink on the inside

  Fuck what color their face is." wise words from an indecent man

  Made me reflect on the times when we was three fifths of them

  And change empower less, brave souls reduce the cowardness

  Slaving in the baking sun for hours

  Just to see the master creep into the shack where your lady at

  Nine months later got a baby that not quite what you excepted

  But you refuse to neglect it cause you know your wifey love you

  Does you refuse to accept it?

  That's that type shit tell why my granny light skin

  Rich white man rule the nation still, only difference is we all slaves know

  The change concealed in our thoughts

  If I follow my heart to save myself

  Could I run away from 50 mill like Dave Chappell?

  Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway

  I'm holding on desperately

  Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway

  I'm holding on

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