Tonart: D minor
Verse 1
Fm
Married men act totally different
When they by themselves,
don't they?
You see them with their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man,
how's everything going brother?"
"Just taking it easy,
hanging out with the lady"
"Alright,
God bless you, take it easy now"
You be like that nigga ain't like that
You see him by himself,
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey yo, where's the
bitches at nigga?"
Cm
Where's the bitches?
Verse 2
Ab
Fm
Yeah, give me my space
Lord ain't enough time to chase
All these dreams,
Eb
I mean I got no time to wait
Db
Love my girl but I told her straight
up "don't wait up"
Stumble home late, I'm drunk,
Fm
we fucked then made up
Used to living free as a bird,
but now I'm laid up
Eb
Feeling like a nigga got handcuffs on
Db
How the fuck did my life become
a damn love song?
She ride for a nigga and
Eb
she stand up for him
Cm
Fm
But a nigga wanna be a nigga, be a nigga
Eb
Ride through the streets with
freaks and real niggas
Db
She never understand what
it's like to be a man
Knowing when you look inside
Fm
yourself you see a nigga
And you don't wanna let her down
Cm
Eb
But you too young for the settle down
Db
And maybe you can thug it out,
learn what is love about
When you can't live with her
Eb
Fm
and you can't live without
Oh shit, goddamn,
I think the devil got his hands on me
Stripper saying
"Baby, why don't you throw
Db
these bands on me?"
And I came to spend
Eb
She pop a molly let the mother
Db
Fm
fucking games begin
Db
Fm
I'm run ning
Eb
Runaway, runaway,
Verse 3
Db
runaway,
Eb
Fm
Eb
Fm
Bbm
runaway
Fm
Eb
Fm
I'm holding on des perately
Eb
Runaway, runaway,
Ab
Cm
Db
runaway, runaway
I'm holding on
Verse 4
Db
When it's all said and done everybody dies
Fm
In this life ain't no happy endings
Only pure beginnings
Eb
Followed by years of sinning
and fake repentance
Db
The preacher says we were
made in image of Lord
G
To which I replied: "Are you sure?
Eb
Cm
Fm
Even the murderer? Even the whore?
Even the nigga running through
bitches on tour?"
Eb
Db
With a good girl at home
folding clothes and shit
She losing faith in him and
he knows and shit
Eb
Cm
Fm
Like what the fuck is a break
Don't know how much
I can take no more
Eb
Ab
Db
I give you all I got till it ain't no more
No more tears it's been ten long years,
damn near
Eb
I don't know if I can wait no more,
Cm
Fm
and who can blame her
You complaining 'bout every time you out,
Eb
you come back she pout
Db
Sleeping back to back, this is whack
We 'bout to go platinum and
I'm in the crib acting out
Fm
My childhood fantasies of wife and home
Eb
But it's a whole lot of act
Cm
Eb
resses I'd like to bone
Db
And despite the rumors you hold
out on account of your guilt
She's has got to spend her
Eb
Fm
nights alone
And she ride or die like Eve and 'em
Eb
Make home- cooked meals every evening
Db
And even then, your lowest days
When you're no longer Superman
At least you know you got Lois Lane
Fm
But you
Verse 5
Fm
Eb
Db
Runaway, runaway, runaway,
Eb
Fm
Eb
Fm
Bbm
runaway
Eb
Fm
I'm holding on desperately
Eb
Runaway, runaway,
Ab
Cm
Db
runaway, runaway
I'm holding on
Verse 6
Db
Fm
Yeah, unbelievable seen evil
that not even Knievel know
Eb
At age 3 I knew this world
was three below
Db
Listen, even know my ego low
Eb
achieved the unachievable
Db
Eb
Imagine if my confidence was
Fm
halfway decent, yo
This just in,
fucked more bitches than Bieber though
Still I keep it low,
Eb
got my niggas on the need to know
Db
Basis, my manager back
Eb
in the days was racist
Db
I was a young boy,
Eb
Fm
passing skates and tucking laces
Old perverted white man who
told me: "Jermaine
It's all pink on the inside,
Db
fuck what color their face is"
Wise words from an indecent man
Made me reflect on the times when
Eb
we was three- fifths of them
Fm
In chains and powerless,
C
brave souls reduced to cowardice
Fm
Slaving in the baking sun for hours just
Db
To see the master creep into the shack
where your lady at
Fm
Db
Eb
Fm
9 months later got a baby, that's
Cm
Fm
Not quite what you expec ted,
but you
Refuse to neglect it, cause you
Ab
Db
Know your wifey loves you,
does you refuse to accept it?
Ab
Fm
That's that type shit that tell
Eb
Cm
Fm
why my granny light- skinned
Rich white man rule the nation still
Eb
Only difference is we all slaves now,
the chains still concealed
Db
In our thoughts,
if I follow my heart to save myself
Could I run away from 50 mill
Eb
Fm
like Dave Chappelle?
Verse 7
You know
Fm
Runaway, runaway, runaway,
Eb
Db
runaway
Eb
I'm holding on desperately
Fm
Runaway, runaway,
Cm
Eb
Db
runaway, runaway
Outro 1
I'm holding on
Db
Fm
Db
Eb
Fm
Ab
Fm
Cm
Fm
C
Db
Fm
C
Gdim
Db
Bbm
Db
Bbm
Fm
Bb
Eb
Db
Fm
Bbm
Fm
Eb
Fm
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