Artist: J. Cole Album: Born Sinner Song: Runaway Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: sample of Mike Epps' stand-up from "Under Rated & Never Faded"] Married men act totally different when they're by themselves, don't they? You see 'em with their wife, "What's up Tony?" "Hey man, how's everything going brother?" Aw just taking it easy, hanging out with the old lady. Alright, God bless you, take it easy now, alright." Be like that nigga ain't like that! You see him by himself, "What's up Tony?" "HEY, where's the bitches at nigga?! Where's the bitches?!" [J. Cole] Yeah, give me my space, Lord ain't enough time to chase all these dreams, knahmean, 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 livin free as a bird but now I'm laid up Feelin 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 wan' be a nigga, be a nigga Ride through the streets with freaks and real niggaz She'll never understand what it's like to be a man knowin 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 Aw shit, God damn, I think the devil got his hands on me Strippers sayin, "Baby won't you throw them bands on me?" And I came to spend She pop a molly let the motherfuckin games begin I'm runnin [Chorus: J. Cole] Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway I'm holdin on desperately Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway I'm holdin on [J. Cole] When it's all said and done everybody dies In this life ain't no happy endings, only pure beginnings followed by years of sinnin and fake repentance The preachers say that we were made in image of Lord To which I replied, "Are you sure? Even the murderer? Even the whore? Even the nigga runnin through bitches on tour?" With a good girl at home foldin clothes and shit She losin faith in him and he knows it, shit Like what the fuck is a break? Don't know how much I can take no more I give you all I got 'til 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 could blame her? You complain a-bout every time you out, you come back, she pout Sleepin back to back, this is wack, we 'bout to go platinum and I'm in the crib actin 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 That she has got to spend her nights alone And she +Ryde or Die+, like Eve and 'em Make home-cooked meals every evening And even in your lowest days When you're no longer Superman at least you know you got Lois Lane But you [Chorus] [J. Cole] Yeah, unbelievable, seen evil/Evel that not even Knievel know At age 3 I knew this world was three below Listen, even though my ego low achieve the unachievable Imaginin my confidence was halfway decent yo This +Just-in+, fuck more bitches than Bieber though Still I keep it low, got my niggaz on a need-to-know basis, my manager back in the days was racist I was a young boy, passin skates and tuckin laces Old perverted white man who told me, "Jermaine It's all pink on the inside, fuck what color they face is" Wise words from an indecent man Made me reflect on them times when we was three-fifths of them In chains and powerless, brave souls reduced to cowardice Slavin in the bakin sun for hours just to see the master creep into the shack where your lady at Nine months later got a baby, that's not quite what you, expected but you refuse to neglect it, cause you know your wifey love you, thus you refuse to accept it That's that type shit that turn my granny light-skinned Rich white man rule the nation still Only difference is we all slaves now, the chain's concealed in our thoughts, if I follow my heart to save myself Could I run away from 50 mil' like Dave Chappelle? You know [Chorus]