Emilio Rojas - Runway lyrics

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Emilio Rojas - Runway lyrics

[Hook 2X] Meet me on the runway, runway, runway Meet me on the runway, runway Meet me on the runway, runway, runway It's time that we soar, it's time to take off [Verse One: Emilio Rojas] I was getting claustrophobic, my city get small and them walls is closing I'm living where them Winters is long and they hearts is frozen And women with the slenderest forms would start disrobing I left the Roc and drove into my spot in Lower Brooklyn No looking back at them, ladies, I was smashing ‘em Went from chasing a** to chasing dreams and now I'm catching ‘em I'm not the king of my city, there ain't no throne, see? I am like the president, all its residents chose me I left my home and came with hopes of gaining global fame Now I'm pulling out all f**ing stops, I'm like a local train Not a lot of opportunity, I'm in the Roc and I gotta apply to Move to B On top, now the trap on the block where I get locked up for a two to three Or three to four, that's what I'm leaving for, I got a dream And I'm needing more, I gotta be in stores like the dude on shelves And he moving himself like a Ouija board, hey, and I'm moving fast Groupies strapped in a blue-green Jag, bend ‘em and I send ‘em On they way when I'm entering a plane with a Toonie bag [Hook 2X] [Verse Two: Emilio Rojas] I don't wanna be the one they talk about Like he woulda been something if he gotten out So I bounce and I did what my father did I left home and I left my scholarship Never went to colleges and my city never had a lot of jobs to give And mama didn't want me in the house to live So I booked to that Brooklyn apartment, I'mma chase my dreams Get ‘em into seats and I make them scream Living and I'm hitting every dique and I'm tripping every week When they change my sheets, huh? And I'm living like a playboy With the window tinted on the ‘84, women in the back And I'm driven by the fact ain't sh** legit that they can hate on Upstate by my idol, ain't nobody taking the title So I bounce, I don't wanna be around ‘em, pedaling an ounce For the sake of survival so I stand with my hand on the Bible Fam on my side and I feel too strong, people only mad ‘Cause they want what I have but they can't so they can't move on And the plane touch down when I'm in the terminal in my town Then I get determined to make you proud when they heard That the earner is back around, all I have's a day Then they know I gotta go back away but I fare thee well Spinning like a carousel when I'm sitting on the baggage claim [Hook 3X]

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