Lyrics Runaway - Single Version - Pusha T , Kanye West
And
I
always
find,
yeah,
I
always
find
something
wrong
You
been
putting
up
with
my
shit
just
way
too
long
I'm
so
gifted
at
finding
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
jerk-offs
That'll
never
take
work
off
Baby,
I
got
a
plan
Runaway
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
hood
rats
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
something
wrong
You
been
putting
up
with
my
shit
just
way
too
long
I'm
so
gifted
at
finding
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
jerk-offs
That'll
never
take
work
off
Baby,
I
got
a
plan
Runaway
fast
as
you
can
Runaway
from
me,
baby
Runaway,
runaway
from
me,
baby
Runaway
I'm
about
to
get
crazy,
then
runaway
Use
the
thug
plan,
runaway
as
fast
as
you
can
Runaway
from
me,
baby
Runaway,
runaway
from
me,
baby
Runaway,
I'm
about
to
get
crazy
Why
can't
she
just
runaway?
Baby
I
got
a
plan,
runaway
as
fast
as
you
can
24/7,
365,
pussy
stays
on
my
mind
I-I-I
did
it,
alright,
alright,
I
admit
it
Now
pick
your
next
move
You
could
leave
or
live
with
it
Ichabod
Crane
with
that
motherfucking
top
off
Split
and
go
where?
Back
to
wearing
knockoffs,
ha,
ha
Knock
it
off,
Neiman's,
shop
it
off
Let's
talk
over
Mai
Tai's,
waitress,
top
it
off
Ho's
like
vultures,
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
with
a
price
tag,
baby,
face
it
You
should
leave
if
you
can't
accept
the
basics
Plenty
ho's
in
the
baller-nigger
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
killing
me
I
guess
you
knew
another
vantage
'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
something
wrong
You
been
putting
up
with
my
shit
just
way
too
long
I'm
so
gifted
at
finding
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
jerk-offs
That'll
never
take
work
off
Baby,
I
got
a
plan
Runaway
fast
as
you
can
SONGWRITERS
DEAN,
MIKE
/ WEST,
KANYE
OMARI
/ THORNTON,
TERRENCE
LE
VARR
/ JONES,
MALIK
/ BRANCH,
JOHN
ROGER
/ BHASKER,
JEFF
/ HAYNIE,
EMILE
/ ROCK,
PETE
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