Xavier Omar - Runaways lyrics

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Xavier Omar - Runaways lyrics

[Intro: SPZRKT] Social Club, Misfit Gang, Wolf Pack, Runaways Runnin' He knows I'm in a daze Not perfect In fact I'm terrible My life could be a parable And I won't stay down, baby And I won't stay bound, baby Neither will you Runaways on the comeback Runaways on the comeback Oh, you may have taken my time But you ain't takin' my life Said you ain't takin' my life Settle down boy [Verse 1: Cheno Lyfe] Ran away for a minute Come come back in it Got Spazzy with me We pa** the sky with no limits Got the bag with me the team with me Hear the haters swear, I'm not quitting I'm not finished though, too long with it I came back with vengeance I went off [?] with interest Ears shut down to the mentions I don't you hate through these lenses This rap thing is a hobby It's fun for me but they copy We hear you dawg stop please I can get you one of these bars freak Trust me we ain't co*ky [Bridge: SPZRKT & (Cheno Lyfe)] Runaways on the comeback (easy) Runaways on the comeback Oh, what's happening [Spazz-Spazzy Rocket] Turn up [Bridge: SPZRKT] I just runaway from the days I was taking for granted I threw you off the planet But in my heart you landed Your love is everywhere Can't escape your love, anywhere that we go We don't look at the outside, outside tell 'em Cheno [Verse 2: Cheno Lyfe & SPZRKT] My real father is amazing I found rest in him with no days in I remember days I was straight in I kicked Him out but He stayed in He was right there when I messed up Outside the door when I wrecked up He stayed in my heart and let up He even spared my life for that set up That black gold, we want stacks Like a dumb cat he screaming at me (Come Back!) I [?] Him and He [?] me (whoa) He slowed me down and He bought me And put me right with a block beat (Come back, back) co*ky, now I'm hollerin' at all o' these young cats (whoa) Tryin' to get their old girls son back but they hard to see and they won't (come back) They duckin' sticks, and they ([?]) Gonna have 'em layin' on their back Chasin' [?], chasin' meth (come back) To a real lug with steel slugs with [?], have 'em sealed up in a cold bag with a toe tag and they won't (come back) Misfits, snatched up with the hit list That good city we in this Stay learnt of click of realness But these nitwits won't get this But it's cool though we winnin' We spit hope and they listen You're welcome sit back and witness Amen