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Correct Runaway Lyrics
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Trey Songz
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For a longest time, I've been wantin' my shine; I'm Songz Now I'll never let up I've been wantin' this way too long Got me sitting so high, tryna balance out the lows And I think it's time that I propose a toast Let's make a toast to the dickheads that boast 'cause we get bread Toast to the bad bitches that shit on the ass bitches Everybody think they're Jordan, so toast to the Pippen's Nobody's the same, but we know different We all want this money, right? Everybody tryna eat like it's money pie I should live 100 lives I should have 100 wives And in 100 beds, I should tell her 100 lies Then I wonder why, When it's all set and done, tell me what will I become? I wanna say that I did learned some, earn some Bad memories, I done burned some Sanitize my hands, and now the germs gone See, you niggas is disgustin' Bad bitches worldwide wanna fuck 'I'm You see they treat my dick like lip balm They know I hit hard, no concussion, come on For a longest time, I've been wantin' my shine; I'm Songz Now I'll never let up I've been wantin' this way too long Got me sitting so high, tryna balance out the lows And I think it's time that I propose a toast Let's make a toast to the good times Let's have a toast for the cash flow Make a toast to a new bag On the arm of a bad hoe Make a toast to the bad day So we appreciate the sun rise If you still don't understand, stay away as far as you can Stay away, stay away, stay away as far as you can Stay away, stay away, stay away as far as you can Stay away, stay away, stay away as far as you can Still don't understand Stay away as far as you can This girl I barely even know scream loud for me George'll probably go get the Loud for me See I'm living life with no boundaries But even the sunny days got clouds you see I'm floating in the air, I live there Laid back chair, call me Songz Air I got a beautiful beach, you got a beach chair I'm the big picture and you're just a small square But who am I to say I'm better, mayne? I just want this shit forever, mayne Momma said there would be better days But when better days came I knew there were better thangs—ahead of me You telling me this everything Now quit playing, man, where's everything? The women are amazing, the liquors always tasteful, the party off the chain But emptiness remains Tell me where's the love that I'm missing? From every day kitchen, or a girl that's really down cause I know she's been Around I feel like something wrong, but everything's right Hand quotes in the air; read left, right I ain't tryna bitch, I'm livin' the blessed life Would I trade it in? Mu'fucka, yeah, right Wack niggas can't hit me nor see me This is the graveyard, death sight For a longest time, I've been wantin' my shine; I'm Songz Now I'll never let up I've been wantin' this way too long Got me sitting so high, tryna balance out the lows And I think it's time that I propose a toast Let's make a toast to the good times Let's have a toast for the cash flow Make a toast to a new bag On the arm of a bad hoe Make a toast to the bad day So we appreciate the sun rise If you still don't understand, stay away as far as you can Stay away, stay away, stay away as far as you can Stay away, stay away, stay away as far as you can Stay away, stay away, stay away as far as you can Still don't understand Stay away as far as you can If I could stand on a cloud and speak out loud to the world below me To claim my name, just so that they know me You see the neighbors know my name Even the haters love my fame Everybody plays my game We've got mental hypocrisy at such high velocities When I speak truth, everybody calls me Socrates I've got such a philosophy, that everybody's watching me Looking at they wrist, shit, everybody's clockin' me And, ahhh, there's no thrill like a slow kill Standing at the bottom looking at the top Hoping that they stop blocking me If I had a day job, niggas probably stayed gockin' me See I hate rules If you said I obey, you ain't ever know Trey You ain't know I'm season like Old Bay Do re mi sol fa la si do Toast to the assholes, exclude me through Please, don't involve me in that See, I'm a dignified man with a signified plan And all problems; He'll solve them Just leave them in His hands
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