Runaway Lyrics - J. Cole

Married men act totally different when they're by themselves, don't they? 

You see them with their wife, like, "what's up Tony? Hey man, how's everything going brother?" 

"Just taking it easy, hanging out with the lady" 

"Alright, take it easy now, God bless you" 

You be like that nigga ain't like that 

You see him by himself, "What's up Tony?" 

"Hey, yo, where's the bitches at, nigga?" 

Yeah, give me my space, Lord ain't enough time to chase 

All these dreams, I 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 then made up 

Used to living free as a bird, but now I'm laid up 

Feeling 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 wanna be a nigga, be a nigga 

Ride through the streets with freaks and real niggas 

She never understand what it's like to be a man 

Knowing when you look inside yourself you see a nigga 

And you don't wanna 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 

Oh shit, goddamn, I think the devil got his hands on me 

Stripper saying: "Baby, why don't you throw these bands on me?" 

And I came to spend 

She pop a molly let the motherfucking games begin 

I'm running... 

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Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway 

I'm holding on desperately 

Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway 

I'm holding 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 says we were made in image of Lord 

To which I replied: "Are you sure? 

Even the murderer? Even the whore? 

Even the nigga running through bitches on tour?" 

With a good girl at home folding clothes and shit 

She losing faith in him and he knows and shit 

Like what the fuck is a break, don't know how much I can take no more 

I give you all I got till 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 complaining 'bout every time you out, you come back she pout 

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 

She's has got to spend her nights alone 

And she ride or die like Eve and 'em 

Make home-cooked meals every evening 

And even then, your lowest days 

When you're no longer Superman, at least you know you got Lois Lane 

But you... 

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Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway 

I'm holding on desperately 

Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway 

I'm holding on 

Yeah, unbelievable seen evil that not even Knievel know 

At age 3 I knew this world was three below 

Listen, even know 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 their 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 

9 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, does you refuse to accept it? 

That's that type shit that tell why my granny light-skinned 

Rich white man rule the nation still 

Only difference is we all slaves now, the chains still concealed 

In our thoughts, if I follow my heart to save myself 

Could I run away from 50 mill like Dave Chappelle? 

You know... 

Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway 

I'm holding on desperately 

Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway 

I'm holding on