Runaway (Explicit) - 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 ni**a ain't like that

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

"Hey, yo, where's the b**ches at, ni**a?"

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 told her straight up "don't wait up"

Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we f**ked the maid up

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

Feeling like a ni**a got handcuffs on

How the f**k did my life become a damn love song?

She ride for a ni**a and she stand up for him

But a ni**a wanna be a ni**a, be a ni**a

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 ni**a

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 it and live without

Oh sh*t, 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 motherf**king games begin

I'm running...

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 law

To which I replied: "Are you sure?

Even the murderer? Even the whore?

Even the ni**a running through b**ches on tour?"

With a good girl at home folding clothes and sh*t

She losing faith in him and he knows and sh*t

Like what the f**k 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 paow

Sleeping back to back, this is wack

We 'bout to go platinum in a minute, 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 the 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 your lowest days

When you no Superman at least you got your Lois Lane

But you...

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, f**ked more b**ches than Bieber though

Still I keep it low, got my niggas on the need to know

Basis, my manager back in the day was racist

I was a young boy, passing skate and tucking laces

Old perverted white man who told me: "Jermaine, It's all pink on the inside

F**k what color their face is." wise words from an indecent man

Made me reflect on the times when we was three fifths of them

And change empower less, brave souls reduce the cowardness

Slaving in the baking sun for hours

Just to see the master creep into the shack where your lady at

Nine months later got a baby that not quite what you excepted

But you refuse to neglect it cause you know your wifey love you

Does you refuse to accept it?

That's that type sh*t tell why my granny light skin

Rich white man rule the nation still, only difference is we all slaves know

The change concealed in our thoughts

If I follow my heart to save myself

Could I run away from 50 mill like Dave Chappell?

Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway

I'm holding on desperately

Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway

I'm holding on