Runaway Songtext
von Kanye West & Pusha T

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 to 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 bitch 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 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 for 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
It about to get crazy, just run away
Baby, I got a plan
Run away as fast as you can
Run away from me baby, run away
Run away from me baby, run away
It about to get crazy
Why can't she just run away?
Baby, I got a plan
Run away as fast as you can

24/7, 365, pussy stays on my mind
I-I-I-I did it, alright, alright, 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-ha
Knock it off, Neiman's, shop it off
Let′s talk over mai-tai's, waitress, top it off
Hoes like vultures wanna fly in your Freddy loafers
You can't blame ′em, yhey ain′t never seen Versace sofas
Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet
Comes with 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

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 guess you knew 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 for the jerkoffs
That'll never take work off
Baby I got a plan
Run away fast as you can