Trey Songz

Trey Songz - Runaway lyrics

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[Chorus]

For a longest time, I've been on my shine, I'm song

Now I'll never let up I've been wanting this way too long,

Got me sitting toe high, trying to balance out the lows

And I think it's time that I propose



Let's make a toast to the dickheads that boast 'cause we get bread toast to the bad bitches that shit on their ass bitches

Everybody think they're Jordan so toast to the Pippen's

Nobody's the same but we know different

We all want this money right,

Everybody trying to eat like it's money pie

I should live 100 lives I should have 100 wives

And the honey-beds, I should tell her 100 lies

Then I wonder why, when it's all set and done

Tell me what will I become,

I wanna say that I did learn some, earn some,

Bad memories I did burn some

Sanitize my hands and let the germs gone

See you niggers is disgusting

Bad bitches worldwide wanna fuck em

You see they treat my dick like lip balm

They know I hit hard, no concussion, come on



[Chorus]



Let's make a toast to the good times

Let's have a toast for the cash flow

Make a toast to a new thang

on the arm of a bad hoe

Make a toast to the bad day

So we appreciate the sun rise



You still don't understand , stay away as far as you could

Stay away, stay away, stay away as far as you could [X3]

Still don't understand

Stay away as far as you can



Cause girl I've barely even know, scream loud for me

(?)

See I'm living life with no boundaries

But even a sunny day got clouds you see

I'm floating in the air, I live there

Laid back chair, call me song (?)

I got a big beach, you got a beach chair

I'm the big picture and you're just a small square

But who am I to say I'm better man

I just want this shit forever man

Momma said there will be better days

But when better days came

I knew there were better thangs

I hated me, you telling me this everything

Now quit playing man where's everything?

The women are amazing, the liquors always tasteful

the party off the chain

But emptiness remains, tell me where's the love that I'm missing?

From every day kitchen, or a girl thats really down cause I know she's been around

I feel like something wrong, but everything's right

Hand quotes in the air read left right

I ain't trying to bitch I'm living the blessed life

Would I trade it in motherfucker? Yeah, right

Black niggers can't hit me nor see me

This is the graveyard, death sight



[Chorus]



Let's make a toast to the good times

Let's have a toast for the cash flow

Make a toast to a new thang

on the arm of a bad hoe

Make a toast to the bad day

So we appreciate the sun rise



You still don't understand, stay away as far as you could

Stay away, stay away, stay away as far as you could [X3]

Still don't understand

Stay away as far as you can



If I could stand on a cloud and speak out loud to the world below me

To play my name just so that they know me, you see the neighbors know my name

Even the haters love my thang, everybody plays my game

We've got mental hypocrisy at such high velocities

When I speak truth, everybody calls me Socrates

I've got such a philosophy that everybody's watching me

Looking at there wrist, shit everybody's clocking me

ahhh, there's no thrill like a slow kill

Standing at the bottom looking at the top

Hoping that they stop blocking me

If I had a day job niggers probably stayed back in me

See I hate rules, if you said I obey, you ain't ever know Trey

You ain't know I'm season like obey

Do re mi sol fa la si do, toss it to the assholes, exclude me through

Please, don't involve me in that, see I'm a dignified man with a signified plan

And all problems to solve just leave them into his hands.
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Language: English

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