Runaway (feat. Pusha T) (Пісня з виступу на VMA 2010) (Load By John)
And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin’ wrong You been puttin’ up wit’ my shit just way too long I’m so gifted at findin’ 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 jerkoffs That’ll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can
She find pictures in my email I sent this girl 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 hoodrats And I just blame everything on you At least you know that’s what I’m good at
And I always find Yeah, I always find Yeah, I always find somethin’ wrong You been puttin’ up wit’ my shit just way too long I’m so gifted at findin’ 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 to the jerkoffs That’ll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can
Run away from me, baby Run away Run away from me, baby Run away … I get crazy Just run away … I got a plan Run away as fast as you can
Run away from me, baby Run away Run away from me, baby … to get crazy Why can’t she just run away? Baby, I got a plan Run away as fast as you can
(Pusha T)
24/7, 365, pussy stays on my mind I-I-I-I did it, all right, all right, I admit it Now pick your next move, you could leave or live wit’ it Ichabod Crane with that motherfuckin’ top off Split and go where? Back to wearin’ knockoffs, ha? Knock it off, Neiman’s, shop it off Let’s talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off Hoes like vultures, they 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 wit’ 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!
(Kanye)
Never was much of a romantic I could never take the intimacy And I know it did damage ‘Cause the look in your eyes is killin’ me I’m guessin’ you’re at an advantage ‘Cause you could blame me for everything And I don’t know how I’ma manage If one day you just up and leave
And I always find Yeah, I always find somethin’ wrong You been puttin’ up with my shit just way too long I’m so gifted at findin’ 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 to the jerkoffs That’ll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can..