runaway fans after listening to kanye breathe directly into a mic for 3 and a half minutes (but seriously, i'm tired of people glazing the runaway outro)
‼️Lyrics for the song‼️ singing along with this song is >>> She don't believe in shooting stars But she believes in shoes and cars Wood floors in a new apartment Couture from the store's departments You more like 'love to start shit' I'm more of the Trips to Florida Order the hor douvres, view of the water Straight from a page of your favorite author And the weather's so breezy Man, why can't life always be this easy? She in the mirror dancing so sleazy I get a call like 'Where are you, geezy?' And try to hit you with the Ol-Wu-Wopte Till I got flashed by the paparazzi Damn, these n***** got me I hate these n****** more than a Nazi As I recall, I know you love to show off But I never thought that you would take it this far But what do I know? (Flashing lights) What do I know? I know it's been a while, sweetheart We hardly talked I was doing my thing I know it was foul baby Ay, babe, lately you been all on my brain And if somebody woulda told me a month ago Frontin' though Yo, I wouldn't wanna know If somebody woulda told me a year ago it'll go get this difficult Feeling like Katrina with no FEMA Like Martin with no Gina Like a flight with no visa FIrst class with the seat back I still see ya In my past you on the other side of the glass Of my memory's museum I'm just saying, hey Mona Lisa Come home you know you can't Rome without Caesar As I recall, I know you love to show off But I never thought that you would take it this far What do I know? (Flashing lights) what do I know As you recall, you know I love to show off But you never thought that I would take it this far What do you know? (Flashing lights) What do you know?
Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look 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' wrong You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most So 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 bags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can She find pictures in my email I sent this bitch a picture of my dick I don't know what it is with females But I'm not too good at that shit See, I could have me a good girl And still be addicted to them hood rats And I just blame everything on you At least you know that's what I'm good at And I always find Yeah, I always find Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most So 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 bags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can Run away from me, baby Run away Run away from me, baby Run away When it starts to get crazy, then run away Babe, I got a plan, run away as fast as you can Run away from me, baby Run away Run away from me, baby Run away When it starts to get crazy Why can't she just run away? Baby, I got a plan Run away as fast as you can Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five Pussy stays on my mind I-I-I-I did it Alright, alright, I admit it Now pick your next move You can leave or live wit' it Ichabod Crane with that mothafuckin' top off Split and go where? Back to wearin' knockoffs? Haha Knock it off, Neiman's, shop it off Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off Hoes like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet Comes with a price tag, baby, face it You should leave if you can't accept the basics Plenty hoes in the baller-nigga matrix Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless I'm just young, rich, and tasteless P Never was much of a romantic I could never take the intimacy And I know it did damage 'Cause the look in your eyes is killin' me I guess then you at an advantage 'Cause you could blame me for everything And I don't know how I'ma manage If one day you just up and leave And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin' wrong You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most So 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 bags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can
