Tonalità: D minor
Verse 1
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Married men act totally different
When they by themselves,
don't they?
You see them with their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man,
how's everything going brother?"
"Just taking it easy,
hanging out with the lady"
"Alright,
God bless you, take it easy now"
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?"
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Where's the bitches?
Verse 2
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Yeah, give me my space
Lord ain't enough time to chase
All these dreams,
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I mean I got no time to wait
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Love my girl but I told her straight
up "don't wait up"
Stumble home late, I'm drunk,
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we fucked then made up
Used to living free as a bird,
but now I'm laid up
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Feeling like a nigga got handcuffs on
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How the fuck did my life become
a damn love song?
She ride for a nigga and
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she stand up for him
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But a nigga wanna be a nigga, be a nigga
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Ride through the streets with
freaks and real niggas
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She never understand what
it's like to be a man
Knowing when you look inside
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yourself you see a nigga
And you don't wanna let her down
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But you too young for the settle down
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And maybe you can thug it out,
learn what is love about
When you can't live with her
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and you can't live without
Oh shit, goddamn,
I think the devil got his hands on me
Stripper saying
"Baby, why don't you throw
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these bands on me?"
And I came to spend
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She pop a molly let the mother
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fucking games begin
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I'm running
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Runaway, runaway,
Verse 3
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runaway,
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runaway
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I'm holding on des perately
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Runaway, runaway,
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runaway, runaway
I'm holding on
Verse 4
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When it's all said and done everybody dies
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In this life ain't no happy endings
Only pure beginnings
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Followed by years of sinning
and fake repentance
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The preacher says we were
made in image of Lord
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To which I replied: "Are you sure?
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Even the murderer? Even the whore?
Even the nigga running through
bitches on tour?"
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With a good girl at home
folding clothes and shit
She losing faith in him and
he knows and shit
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Like what the fuck is a break
Don't know how much
I can take no more
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I give you all I got till it ain't no more
No more tears it's been ten long years,
damn near
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I don't know if I can wait no more,
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and who can blame her
You complaining 'bout every time you out,
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you come back she pout
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Sleeping back to back, this is whack
We 'bout to go platinum and
I'm in the crib acting out
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My childhood fantasies of wife and home
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But it's a whole lot of act
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resses I'd like to bone
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And despite the rumors you hold
out on account of your guilt
She's has got to spend her
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nights alone
And she ride or die like Eve and 'em
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Make home- cooked meals every evening
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And even then, your lowest days
When you're no longer Superman
At least you know you got Lois Lane
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But you
Verse 5
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B
Runaway, runaway, runaway,
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Abm
runaway
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I'm holding on desperately
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Runaway, runaway,
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runaway, runaway
I'm holding on
Verse 6
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Yeah, unbelievable seen evil
that not even Knievel know
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At age 3 I knew this world
was three below
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Listen, even know my ego low
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achieved the unachievable
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Imagine if my confidence was
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halfway decent, yo
This just in,
fucked more bitches than Bieber though
Still I keep it low,
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got my niggas on the need to know
B
Basis, my manager back
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in the days was racist
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I was a young boy,
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passing skates and tucking laces
Old perverted white man who
told me: "Jermaine
It's all pink on the inside,
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fuck what color their face is"
Wise words from an indecent man
Made me reflect on the times when
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we was three- fifths of them
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In chains and powerless,
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brave souls reduced to cowardice
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Slaving in the baking sun for hours just
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To see the master creep into the shack
where your lady at
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B
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9 months later got a baby, that's
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Not quite what you expec ted,
but you
Refuse to neglect it, cause you
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Know your wifey loves you,
does you refuse to accept it?
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That's that type shit that tell
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why my granny light- skinned
Rich white man rule the nation still
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Only difference is we all slaves now,
the chains still concealed
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In our thoughts,
if I follow my heart to save myself
Could I run away from 50 mill
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like Dave Chappelle?
Verse 7
You know
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Runaway, runaway, runaway,
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B
runaway
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I'm holding on desperately
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Runaway, runaway,
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Db
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runaway, runaway
Outro 1
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