J. Cole - Runaway lyrics

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?!"

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

Runaway, runaway runaway, runaway
I'm holdin' on desperately
Runaway, runaway runaway, runaway
I'm holdin' on

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 wack, 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

Runaway, runaway runaway, runaway
I'm holdin' on desperately
Runaway, runaway runaway, runaway
I'm holdin' on

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

Runaway, runaway runaway, runaway
I'm holdin' on desperately
Runaway, runaway runaway, runaway
I'm holdin' on