[Flame] 🔥 J. Cole - Runaway Lyrics
[Intro: Mike Epps (Sampled)]
 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 nigga ain’t like that
 You see him by himself, “What’s up Tony?” “Hey, where’s the bitches at, nigga?! Where’s the bitches?!”
[Verse 1]
 Yeah
 Gimme my space, Lord, ain’t enough time to chase
 All these dreams, nah 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 fucked and made up
 Used to living free as a bird, but now I’m laid up
 Feelin’ like a nigga got handcuffs on
 How the fuck did my life become a damn love song?
 She ride for a nigga and she stand up for him
 But a nigga wan’ be a nigga, be a nigga
 Ride through the streets with freaks and real niggas
 She’ll never understand what it’s like to be a man
 Knowin’ when you look inside yourself you see a nigga
 And you don’t wan’ 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 shit, 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 motherfuckin’ games begin
 I’m running away
[Chorus]
 Runaway, runaway
 Runaway, runaway
 I’m holdin’ on
 Desperately
 Runaway, runaway
 Runaway, runaway
 I’m holdin’ on
[Verse 2]
 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 whore?
 Even a nigga running through bitches on tour
 With a good girl at home folding clothes and shit?”
 She losin’ faith in him and he knows the shit, like, “What the fuck is a break?
 Don’t know how much I can take no more
 I give you all I got ’til 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 whack , 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 evenin’
 And even in your lowest days
 When you’re no longer Superman, at least you know you got Lois Lane
 But you
[Chorus]
 Runaway, runaway
 Runaway, runaway
 I’m holdin’ on
 Desperately
 Runaway, runaway
 Runaway, runaway
 I’m holdin’ on
[Verse 3]
 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, fucked more bitches than Bieber though
 Still I keep it low, got my niggas on the need to know
 Basis , my manager back in the days was racist
 I was a young boy, passing skates and tucking laces
 Old perverted white man who told me, “Jermaine
 It’s all pink on the inside, fuck 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 shit 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
[Chorus]
 Runaway, runaway
 Runaway, runaway
 I’m holdin’ on
 Desperately
 Runaway, runaway
 Runaway, runaway
 I’m holdin’ on