Runaway

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[Verse 1]
[Am]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?"
Where's the [Em]bitches?

[Verse 2]
[C]Yeah, give [Am]me my space
Lord ain't enough time to chase
All these dreams,
I mean I got no [G]time to wait
Love [F]my girl but I told her straight
up "don't wait up"
Stumble home late, I'm drunk,
we fucked then made [Am]up
Used to living free as a bird,
but now I'm laid up
Feeling like a nigga got hand[G]cuffs on
How the [F]fuck did my life become
a damn love song?
She ride for a nigga and
she [G]stand up for him
[Em]But a [Am]nigga wanna be a nigga, be a nigga
Ride through the streets [G]with
freaks and real niggas
[F]She never understand what
it's like to be a man
Knowing when you look inside
yourself you see a [Am]nigga
And you don't wanna let her down
But you too young for the settle [Em]down[G]
And maybe [F]you can thug it out,
learn what is love about
When you can't live with her
and you can't [G]live [Am]without
Oh shit, goddamn,
I think the devil got his hands on me
Stripper saying
"Baby, why don't you throw
these bands on [F]me?"
And I came to spend
She pop a [G]molly let the mother
[F]fucking games [Am]begin
I'm [F]run[Am]ning
Runaway, [G]runaway,

[Verse 3]
run[F]away,
[G]runaway[Am][G][Am][Dm]
I'm holding on [Am]des p[G]erately[Am]
Run[G]away, runaway,
[C]runaway, runawa[Em]y[F]
I'm holding on

[Verse 4]
When it's all [F]said and done everybody dies
In this [Am]life ain't no happy endings
Only pure beginnings
Followed by years of sin[G]ning
and fake repentance
The [F]preacher says we were
made in image of Lord
To which I replied: "Are you [B]sure?
[G]Eve[Em]n the murder[Am]er? Even the whore?
Even the nigga running through
bitches on tour?"
[G]With a good girl at [F]home
folding clothes and shit
She losing faith in him and
he knows and shit
[G]Like what the [Em]fuck is a [Am]break
Don't know how much
I can take no more
I give you all I got [G]till it [C]ain't no [F]more
No more tears it's been ten long years,
damn near
I don't know if I can [G]wait no more,
[Em]and [Am]who can blame her
You complaining 'bout every time you out,
you come [G]back she pout
Sleep[F]ing back to back, this is whack
We 'bout to go platinum and
I'm in the crib acting out
My [Am]childhood fantasies of wife and home
But it's a whole lot [G]of act
[Em]resses I'd like [G]to bone
And des[F]pite the rumors you hold
out on account of your guilt
She's has got to spend her
night[G]s alone[Am]
And she ride or die like Eve and 'em
Make home- cooked meals [G]every evening
[F]And even then, your lowest days
When you're no longer Superman
At least you know you got Lois Lane
[Am]But you

[Verse 5]
[Am]Runaway, [G]runaway, run[F]away,
[G]runaway[Am][G][Am][Dm]
I'm holding on [G]desperately[Am]
Run[G]away, runaway,
[C]runaway, runawa[Em]y[F]
I'm holding on

[Verse 6]
[F]Yeah, unbeliev[Am]able seen evil
that not even Knievel know
At [G]age 3 I knew this world
was three below
[F]Listen, even know my ego low
achieved the unachiev[G]able
[F]Imagine if my confidence [G]was
halfway decent, [Am]yo
This just in,
fucked more bitches than Bieber though
Still I keep it low,
got my niggas on the [G]need to know
[F]Basis, my manager back
in the days was ra[G]cist
I was [F]a young boy,
passing skates [G]and tucking [Am]laces
Old perverted white man who
told me: "Jermaine
It's all pink on the inside,
fuck what color their face [F]is"
Wise words from an indecent man
Made me reflect on the times when
we was three- [G]fifths of them
[Am]In chains and powerless,
brave souls [E]reduced to cowardice
[Am]Slaving in the baking sun for hours just
To [F]see the master creep into the shack
where your lady at
9 months [Am]later [F]got [G]a baby, [Am]that's
Not quite what you ex[Em]pec t[Am]ed,
but you
Refuse to neglect it, cause you
[C]Know your [F]wifey loves you,
does you refuse to accept it?
[C]That's that type shit that [Am]tell
why my [G]granny [Em]light- [Am]skinned
Rich white man rule the nation still
Only difference is we all slaves [G]now,
the chains still concealed
In [F]our thoughts,
if I follow my heart to save myself
Could I run away from 50 mill
like [G]Dave Chap[Am]pelle?

[Verse 7]
You know
[Am]Runaway, runaway, runaway,
[G]runaway[F]
I'm holding on [G]desperately
[Am]Runaway, runaway,
run[Em]away, [G]run[F]away

[Outro 1]
I'm holding on
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