Sam Giannelli - Runaway lyrics

[Intro (Sampled): Mike Epps] Married men act totally different when they're by themselves, don't they? You see 'em with their wife, "What's up Tony?" "Hey man, how's everything going brother? Oh, just taking it easy, hanging out with the old lady. Alright, God bless you, take it easy now, alright." You be like that n***a ain't like that You see him by himself, "What's up Tony?" "Hey, where's the b**hes at, n***a?! Where's the b**hes?!" [Verse 1: J. Cole] Yeah Give me my space, Lord ain't enough time to chase All these dreams, na 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 f**ed and made up Used to living free as a bird, but now I'm laid up Feeling like a n***a got handcuffs on How the f** did my life become a damn love song? She ride for a n***a and she stand up for him But a n***a wanna be a n***a, be a n***a Ride through the streets with freaks and real n***as She never understand what it's like to be a man Knowing when you look inside yourself you see a n***a 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 her and you can't live without Aw sh**, goddamn, I think the devil got his hands on me Stripper saying, "Baby, won't you throw them bands on me?" And I came to spend She pop a molly, let the motherf**ing games begin I'm running away [Hook: J. Cole] Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway I'm holding on desperately Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway I'm holding on [Verse 2: J. Cole] 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 say we were made in image of Lord To which I replied: "Are you sure? Even a murderer? Even a who*e? Even a n***a running through b**hes on tour?" With a good girl at home folding clothes and sh** She losing faith in him and he knows the sh** Like what the f** 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 complain about Every time you out, you come back she poutin' Sleeping back to back, this is wack, we bout To go platinum and I'm in the 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 of your guilt and 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... [Hook: J. Cole] Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway I'm holding on desperately Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway I'm holding on [Verse 3: J. Cole] Yeah Unbelievable, seen evil that not even Knievel know At age three I knew this world was three below Listen, even though my ego low, achieved the unachievable Imagine if my confidence was halfway decent yo This just in, f**ed more b**hes than Bieber though Still I keep it low, got my n***as on the need to know Basis, my manager back in the days was racist I was a young boy, pa**ing skates and tucking laces Old perverted white man who told me, "Jermaine It's all pink on the inside, f** 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 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's Not quite what you expected, but you Refuse to neglect it, cause you Know your wifey loves you, thus you refuse to accept it That's the type of sh** 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... [Hook: J. Cole] Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway I'm holding on desperately Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway I'm holding on