Scr1b3 - Runaway

Ohh, Ohh
(Stand out)
(You got my attention)

Girl you stand out, you got my attention
Girl you stand out,
See you, I see you, and I'm driving you crazy
What we do, shorty we'll make a sequel
She said daddy I need you
I'm trying to have my peace too, I need to
Runaway, I got D'usse and some wood
Yeah, I'm on the way
All we got is time and you want to play, it's not okay
You got me feeling things
You got me feeling strange
Some things I can't explain
Runaway, let's run away
Why you got to play them games
Now that shit going both ways
You don't know how to behave
Runaway, let's run away
Know you love to play them games
Now that shit going both ways
You don't know how to behave
Runaway, let's run away
Know you love to play them games
Now that shit going both ways
You don't know how to behave

You've been all on my mental
Sometimes I'm against you
Sometimes I offend you
Sometimes you pretend, ooh
Back on me, throw it back on me
She's going to wine, throw it back on me
C'est la vie
Hit it, Ali
Take her to the bed and it's one, two, three
Few more rounds, don't need no sleep
Tired of them telling me what I need
I've been fighting for my inner peace
I've been saving all my energy
Stretched up on the weekend, back strokes every evening
Dive off in the deep end, I got what you're needing

Show no remorse, but I do it for you

All we got is time and you want to play, it's not okay
You got me feeling things
You got me feeling strange
Some things I can't explain
Runaway, let's run away
Why you got to play them games
Now that shit going both ways
You don't know how to behave
Runaway, let's run away
Know you love to play them games
Now that shit going both ways
You don't know how to behave
Runaway, let's run away
Know you love to play them games
Now that shit going both ways
You don't know how to behave

Come down and I swing, yeah
She got that thing, yeah
Money talking all day, yeah
You know I don't play, yeah

We could go straight to the bag
We don't need no strings attached
Got lost but I'll never go back
No, I would never go back

Rose petals on the bed, yeah that's for you, for you
Champagne, champagne, we should keep it smooth
You so heartless, so toxic, yeah I'm just feeling loose
I got this stress here, this stress here, hoping what you could do
Need you, I need you, we could do what it do
Got this storm in my mind that's been blowing winds with thoughts about you
Sweet like candy, your lips like candy, I got a sweet tooth

Written by:
Ammar Finamore

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