คอร์ด เนื้อเพลง Runaway Kanye West (feat. Pusha T) Chordza
* 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 e-mail 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 hood rats
And I just blame everything on you At least you know that's what I'm good at
( * , ** )
Run away from me, baby Ah, run away
Run away from me, baby (Look at you, look at you, look at you) Run away
When it starts to get crazy (Look at you, look at you, look at you) 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 you)
When it starts to get crazy (Look at you, look at you, look at you, look at you)
Why can't she just run away? Baby, I got a plan
Run away as fast as you can (Look at you, look at you, look at you)
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 knock-offs?
Haha, knock it off, Neimans, 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-nigga matrix
Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless I'm just young, rich, and tasteless, P
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 e-mail 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 hood rats
And I just blame everything on you At least you know that's what I'm good at
( * , ** )
Run away from me, baby Ah, run away
Run away from me, baby (Look at you, look at you, look at you) Run away
When it starts to get crazy (Look at you, look at you, look at you) 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 you)
When it starts to get crazy (Look at you, look at you, look at you, look at you)
Why can't she just run away? Baby, I got a plan
Run away as fast as you can (Look at you, look at you, look at you)
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 knock-offs?
Haha, knock it off, Neimans, 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-nigga matrix
Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless I'm just young, rich, and tasteless, P