Текст песни Runaway - Chris Travis

Runaway

These pussy nigga wanna be Kenshin
You're dying out boy, I hope your family Christians
Fuck around with my money leave you busy
Throw you out make yo' ass swim with the fishes
Boy I'm probably somewhere that a young nigga can't pronounce
Catch me in the streets, like my mom just kicked me out the house
Bitch I'm always standing out. Call me a class clown
In a room full of weed, rapper sit your ass down
Darkness, Bitch I'm probably posted in a cock pit, Heartless
Come back with your soul at your body, Ferrari
I ain't even got one, but I bargain. Retarted
All these beats make my soul flow retarted
I'm artist really bout to kill of all these targets
Regardless, anybody in your fucking squadron
Bartend say, she's not a stripper, she just bartend
Apart bitch, come and get it if you want your spot back

As I'm livin' I just hope I see another day
My city burnt the legend, but, it ain't much to say
Killin' shows, Cross the globe, that ain't much to say
And like my blunts, you can take a beating to the face
Dreads hanging down we rippin up the baracades
Hell in a Cell shows, its the better way
Waterboyz for life, we living in the purest ways
When I'm rich, catch me living by the purest ways
With a bad big bitch eating sundaes
Can't see you nigga like I'm on the runaway
Dont get mad, I'm excelling with my forté
Pull up on your block I'm eating like a buffet
Take your whole team down like a entree
Then fall in bed with a bitch, call her foreplay
Anybody wanted bombs at your doorway
Chris fucking Travis, bitch were never like a old face