Lyrics:
before left me wanting more,
So I'll stay, your baby.
Like a runaway train,
Like your face in the rain,
Like a star so far away,
You can't know from
Fallin in love with this paper
Like 14th of February
Get it by any means necessary
You wasn’t with me
When I wasn’t rocking
So now what you saying
Is
eyes are missin’
Knock your teeth out
Give you gashes over your face
While the beatdown still pending
Like an open case
Y’all’ll take me to court that’s
Oscar the Grouch
I got more change then you got in my couch
Next cat that scream my name gon'
Get shot in the mouth
I got the yay on the stroll
In my
Oscar the Grouch
I got more change then you got in my couch
Next cat that scream my name gon'
Get shot in the mouth
I got the yay on the stroll
In my
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
Ain't one the loneliest number
It takes two to make it right
Just three little words I shoulda told ya
Before you left last night
Sometimes you
bad guy
No they never stop they just pass me by
They treat me like a leper
Who's left to die Yo!
Excuse me mate can you get me a taxi
Is that
man,
and I shouldn't be bothered by people like you."
"Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn't you lend
me a nickel...?" "Get out,
and rescued me
From all my failures
And my misbehaviors
Was on my way down under
And I don't mean Australia
Yeah
The more I try runaway
The closer I get to You
No iPhone
Everything in the cloud
What goes up
Gotta come back down
I'm the shit
You it
You a muhfucking clown
Snakes all around tryna take me
feel like I'm floating outer space
We can turn the 6100 to a better place
No more spreading hate
Man, you should meditate
cnd I know that you got
called my name
Begging me for just one more chance
Said we'd talk it all out
Shoulda known that wasn't in your plans
Never honest till you're drunk
So
locked up feeling like its MMA
Choking on these words that I ain't got the strength to say
I'm tryna work it out but you already wanna race
Runaway
Rockefeller hollered, "What was that?"
A lady said to J. C. Cohen with indignation
"If this is Albany then you have passed my station
So either you should take
the teachers even more by police's
How he get that cash today his father passed away
Left him with a little somthin' 16 he was stuntin'
Al B Sure nigga with
the back of that cab
When you talk to me, hands on me looking like that oh
Nobody got a someone like you
Now you tell me you got something to do
Never
Oye!
Let me get a little more chamoy
Oye!
[VERSE 3: CRIS G]
Uh-huh, yeah
Just by the way that I talk and I walk
You know I got the sauce
The way that
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
we go down we go
Take me down with I'm right your wrong again
Put me on and I'll flip you off again
So much more I should've not have said
Here we go
forever in the stars up above
No need to worry, you can slide on over
We're riding high on a runaway love
We're riding high on a runaway love
Ten
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
Runaway Tonight
Music & Lyrics By: Justin Busch (JustinRBusch@yahoo.com)
V1:
It just don’t get any better than this
You got me drunk from the taste
things
That been fucking up my trust
If I gave my heart away
Would you go and give it up
Lets runaway
Runaway with me love
Doing ninety on the highway
I
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