Runaway
Kanye West
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Intro: C G/B Am F GC G/B And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin' wrongAm You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too longF I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the mostG C So I think it's time for us to have a toastC Let's have a toast for the douchebags, let's have a toast for the assholesG/B Let's have a toast for the scumbags, every one of them that I knowAm Let's have a toast for the jerkoffs, that'll never take work offF G Baby, I got a plan, run away fast as you canC She find pictures in my email, I sent this girl a picture of my dickG/B I don't know what it is with females, but I'm not too good with that shitAm See, I could have me a good girl, and still be addicted to them hood ratsF And I just blame everything on you, at least you know that's what I'm good atC G/B And I always find, yeah, I always, and I always find somethin' wrongAm You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too longF I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toastContinúa después del anuncioC Let's have a toast for the douchebags, let's have a toast for the assholesG/B Let's have a toast for the scumbags, every one of them that I knowAm Let's have a toast for the jerkoffs, that'll never take work offF G Baby, I got a plan, run away fast as you canC Run away from me baby, run awayG/B Run away from me baby, run awayAm Doesn't to get crazy, run awayF Babe I've got a plan, run away as fast as you canC Run away from me baby, run awayG/B Run away from me baby, run awayAm Doesn't have to get crazy, why can't she just, run away?F Runaway as fast as you canC Twenty-four seven, three six five, pussy stays on my mindG/B I-I-I-I did it, all right, all right, I admit it, now pick your best move, you could leave or live wit' itAm Ichabod Crane with that Lamborghini top off, split and go where? back to wearin' knockoffs, huh?F G Knock it off, Neiman's, shop it off, let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it offC Ho's like vultures wanna fly in your Freddy loafers, you can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofasG/B Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet, comes with a price tag, baby, face itAm You should leave if you can't accept the basics, plenty ho's in the baller-player's matrixF G Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless, I'm just young, rich, and tasteless, PC Never was much of a romantic, I could never take the intimacyG/B And I know I did damage, cause the look in your eyes is killin' meAm I guess you know i had the advantage, cause you could blame me for everythingF And I don't know if Im'ma manage, If one day you just up and leaveC G/B And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin' wrongAm You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too longF I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the mostG C So I think it's time for us to have a toastC Let's have a toast for the douchebags, let's have a toast for the assholesG/B Let's have a toast for the scumbags, every one of them that I knowAm Let's have a toast for the jerkoffs, that'll never take work offF G Baby, I got a plan, run away fast as you can( C G/B Am F G )
Composición: Pete Rock, Dean Michael George, Pusha T, Kanye West, Jeffrey Bhasker, Malik Yusef, E Mil y John Branch
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