Runaway (feat. Pusha T)

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 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 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 Runaway from me baby Runaway Runaway from me baby Runaway When it starts to get crazy, then run away Babe, I got a plan, run away as fast as you can Runaway from me baby Runaway Runaway from me baby Runaway When it starts to get crazy Why cant she just runaway? Baby I got a plan Run away fast as you can Twenty four seven, three sixty five Pussy stays on my mind I-I-I-I did it All right, all right, I admit it Now pick your best move You could leave or live wit' it Ichabod Crane with that mothafuckin' top off Split and go where? Back to wearin' knockoffs, ha ha 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 bitches 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 guessin' you're at an advantage 'Cause you could blame me for everything And I don't know where 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 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