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lirik lagu runaway – collective b

[intro]
wait… hold on, what the f*ck you just say?

[chorus]
runaway, runaway, runaway, uh
runaway, runaway, runaway
all of our money we celebrate
all of the homies we celebrate
runaway, runaway, runaway
runaway, runaway, runaway
all of our money we celebrate
all of the homies we celebrate

[interlude]
rip pop smoke
grr

[verse 1]
if i open up, you better listen
don’t you ever give me your opinion
look at us, we got sk!ll so raw
you could cook it in the f*ckin’ kitchen, ay
my friends take pills for pain
but they stay connected to the game
and just because i’m kinda quiet
doesn’t mean i got nothin’ to say
tell all my friends to hop on the beat
me and zeke, we cookin’ up treats
play with the bandolier, i’m a pirate
yeah yo’ b*tch wanna play with my privates (privates!)
i throw all the cash in the air ’cause i’m rich
you a lil’ o, you a lil’ b*tch
she wanted to f*ck me on the first date
so she gave me some head, then i left her
give me your money like tax collector
racks comin’ out like i’m spitting out gold
if she in here with me, she gonna fold
sometimes i just wanna (just wanna)
just wanna
[chorus]
runaway, runaway, runaway
runaway, runaway, runaway
we open the book and we meditate
sometimes we just wanna celebrate
runaway, runaway, runaway
runaway, runaway, runaway
all of our money we celebrate
all of our money* ah

[interlude]
that’s called motherf*ckin’ bars, n*gga
you know nothin’ about that
i’ma runaway
ay

[verse 2]
walk in the door, take off my shoes
hang up my coat, put on cartoons
turn off the lights, gotta pay
do i runaway now or runaway soon?
paint a picture on the wall
fast forward two years, he drank two beers
that’s a wake*up call, but then he drank them all
steady takin’ shots like basketball, however
they keep slippin’
they keep talkin’, we don’t listen
in the kitchen
’cause b*tches fried rice and orange chicken
[chorus]
runaway, runaway, runaway
runaway, runaway, runaway
we open the book and we meditate
sometimes we just wanna celebrate
runaway, runaway, runaway
runaway, runaway, runaway
all of our money we celebrate
all of our money* ah

[verse 3: bayani]
it’s about time i came out the dark
we poppin’ smoke, meet me at the park
we’re goin’ long, call me pinocchio
but you ain’t see exp on that diamond hoe
and i’m comin’ back from the dead
i do what i do and i say what i said
while we pray to god, he’s prayin’ for money, for fame
and women to like him instead
so it’s time to go, let’s put on a show
driftin’ and drivin’ like tokyo
i just want number 3, with that diet coke
ok, nevermind… can i get that in a combo?
wait a minute, run it back
we not movin’ forward till we all get it right
polished up with new shoes, new shirt
new pants to match and we all look nice
i hate to talk, hate to listen
lighten up you f*ckin’ politician
haters mad, start givin’ mad talk
mad ’cause their girl is takin’ backshots
[chorus]
runaway, runaway, runaway
runaway, runaway, runaway
we open the book and we meditate
sometimes we just wanna celebrate
runaway, runaway, runaway
runaway, runaway, runaway
all of our money we celebrate
all of our money* ah

[interlude]
pickin’ fruit offa trees
i want my money

- collective b

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