Kanye West, Pusha T - Runaway lyrics

Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya
Look at ya
Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya
Look at ya
Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya
Look at ya
Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya
Look at ya (Ladies and gentlemen, ladies
Ladies and gentlemen)

And I always find, yeah
I always find something wrong
You been puttin' 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 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 something wrong
You been puttin' 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 run away fast as you can

Run away from me, baby ah, run away
Run away from me, baby
(Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya)
Run away when it starts to get crazy
(Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya)
Then run away babe, I got a plan
Run away as fast as you can
Run away from me, baby run away
Run away from me, baby
(Look at, look at, look at, look
At, look at, look at, look at ya)
Run away when it starts to get crazy
(Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya
Look at ya) why can't she just run away?
Baby, I got a plan
Run away as fast as you can
(Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya)

Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five
Pussy stays on my mind
IIII did it, alright, alright, I admit it
Now pick your next move
You could leave or live with it
Ichabod Crane with that motherfuckin' top off
Split and go where? Back
To wearing knockoffs?
Haha, knock it off, Neimans, shop it off
Let's talk over mai tais, waitress
Top it off hoes 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 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 I did damage
'Cause the look in your eyes is killing me
I guess you knew of that 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 something wrong
You been puttin' 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 run away fast as you can