Christian Mochizuki - Runaway lyrics

[Produced by Kanye West, co-produced by Emile, Jeff Bhasker, & Mike Dean] [Intro] [Hook: Kanye West] And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been putting up with my sh** just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the a**holes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can [Verse 1: Kanye West] She find pictures in my e-mail I sent this b**h a picture of my dick I don't know what it is with females But I'm not too good with that sh** See, I could have me a good girl And still be addicted to them hoodrats And I just blame everything on you At least you know that's what I'm good at [Hook: Kanye West] And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been putting up with my sh** just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the a**holes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can [Bridge: Kanye West] Run away from me, baby, run away Run away from me, baby, run away When it starts to get crazy, why can't she just, run away? Baby, I got a plan, run away fast as you can [Verse 2: Pusha T] 24/7, 365, p**y stays on my mind I-I-I-I did it, all right, all right, I admit it Now pick your next move, you could leave or live wit' it Ichabod Crane with that motherf**ing top off Split and go where? Back to wearing knockoffs, haha Knock it off, Neiman's, shop it off Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off Hoes like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet Comes with a price tag, baby, face it You should leave if you can't accept the basics Plenty hoes in the balla-n***a matrix Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless I'm just young, rich, and tasteless P! [Verse 3: Kanye West] Never was much of a romantic I could never take the intimacy And I know I did damage Cause the look in your eyes is k**ing me I guess you are at an advantage Cause you can blame me for everything And I don't know how I'mma manage If one day you just up and leave [Hook: Kanye West] And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been putting up with my sh** just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the a**holes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can [Outro]