Runaway Kanye West Song Lyrics
Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at yaLook at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at yaLook at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at yaLook at ya, look at ya (ladies and gentlemen)Look at ya, look at ya (ladies, ladies and gentlemen)
And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin’ wrongYou been puttin’ up wit’ my shit just way too longI’m so gifted at findin’ what I don’t like the mostSo I think it’s time (so I think it’s time)For us to have a toast
Let’s have a toast for the douche bagsLet’s have a toast for the assholesLet’s have a toast for the scumbagsEvery one of them that I knowLet’s have a toast for the jerk offsThat’ll never take work offBaby, I got a planRun away fast as you can
She find pictures in my emailI sent this bitch a picture of my dickI don’t know what it is with femalesBut I’m not too good at that shitSee, I could have me a good girlAnd still be addicted to them hood ratsAnd I just blame everything on youAt least you know that’s what I’m good at
And I always findYeah, I always findYeah, I always find somethin’ wrongYou been puttin’ up wit’ my shit just way too longI’m so gifted at findin’ what I don’t like the mostSo I think it’s time (so I think it’s time)For us to have a toast
Let’s have a toast for the douche bagsLet’s have a toast for the assholesLet’s have a toast for the scumbagsEvery one of them that I knowLet’s have a toast for the jerk offsThat’ll never take work offBaby, I got a planRun away fast as you can
Run away from me, babyRun awayRun away from me, babyRun awayWhen it starts to get crazy, then run awayBabe, I got a plan, run away as fast as you canRun away from me, babyRun awayRun away from me, babyRun awayWhen it starts to get crazyWhy can’t she just run away?Baby, I got a planRun away as fast as you can
Twenty-four seven, three sixty-fivePussy stays on my mindI-I-I-I did itAlright, alright, I admit itNow pick your next moveYou can leave or live wit’ itIchabod Crane with that mothafuckin’ top offSplit and go where?Back to wearin’ knockoffs? HahaKnock it off, Neiman’s, shop it offLet’s talk over mai tais, waitress, top it offHoes like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafersYou can’t blame ’em, they ain’t never seen Versace sofasEvery bag, every blouse, every braceletComes with a price tag, baby, face itYou should leave if you can’t accept the basicsPlenty hoes in the baller-nigga matrixInvisibly set, the Rolex is facelessI’m just young, rich, and tastelessP
Never was much of a romanticI could never take the intimacyAnd I know it did damage‘Cause the look in your eyes is killin’ meI guess then you at an advantage‘Cause you could blame me for everythingAnd I don’t know how I’ma manageIf one day you just up and leave
And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin’ wrongYou been puttin’ up wit’ my shit just way too longI’m so gifted at findin’ what I don’t like the mostSo I think it’s time (so I think it’s time)For us to have a toast
Let’s have a toast for the douche bagsLet’s have a toast for the assholesLet’s have a toast for the scumbagsEvery one of them that I knowLet’s have a toast for the jerk offsThat’ll never take work offBaby, I got a planRun away fast as you can