Kanye West - Runaway [Short Film]

Lyrics to Runaway [Short Film] by Kanye West

[Dark Fantasy] [Kanye West] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I fantasized about this back in Chicago mercy, mercy me, that Murcielago that’s me, the first year that I blow how you say broke in Spanish? Me no hablo me drown sorrow in that Diablo me found bravery in my bravado DJ’s need to listen to the model’s You ain’t got no f-ckin’ Yeezy in your Serrato? (You ain’t got no Yeezy, n-gga?) stupid, but what the f-ck do I know? I’m just a Chi-town n-gga with a Nas flow and my bitch in that new Phoebe Philo so much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow Can we get much higher? (higher, higher) oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Look like a fat booty Celine Dion sex is on fire, I’m the King of Leon and Louis beyond the truest hey, teacher, teacher tell me how do you respawn the students? and refresh the page and restart the memory? respark the soul and rebuild the energy? we stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemies sorry for the night demons still visit me the plan was to drink until the pain over but what’s worse, the pain or the hangover? fresh air, rolling down the window too many Urkels on your team, that’s why your wins low don’t make me pull the toys out, huh don’t make me pull the toys and fire up the engines and then they make noooise Can we get much higher? (higher, higher) oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh At the mall there was a seance just kids, no parents then the sky filled with heron (I saw the devil) In a Chrysler LeBaron And the hell, it wouldn’t spare us (And the fires did declare us) (But after that, took pills, kissed an heiress) (And moved her back in Paris) Can we get much higher? (higher, higher) oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Can we get much higher? (higher, higher) oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Kanye West) (Look at you x 14) (Look at you x eight) (Ladies and gentlemen, la-ladies and gentlemen) (And I want to show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight) (And I want to show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight) (And I want to show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight) And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin' wrong You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at findin' 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 assholes, Let's have a toast for the scumbags, Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast to the jerkoffs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can She find pictures in my email I sent this girl a picture of my, hey! I don't know what it is with females But I'm not too good with that, hey! 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 See, I always find And I always find Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at findin' 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 assholes, Let's have a toast for the scumbags, Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast to the jerkoffs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can R-r-ru-ru-ru-run away Run away from me, baby (Look at, look at, look at, look at you) Run away from me, baby (Look at you, look at you, look at you) Run away Run away from me, baby (Pusha T) 24/7, 365, Jenny stays on my mind I-I-I-I did it, all right, all right, I admit it Now pick your best move, you could leave or live wit' it Ichabod Crane with that Lamborghini top off Split and go where? Back to wearin' knockoffs, huh? Knock it off, Neiman's, shop it off Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off (Inaudible) 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 bitches in the baller-player's matrix Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless I'm just young, rich, and tasteless P! (Kanye) Oh I haven't fucked in so long You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast (Ladies and gentlemen! ) Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at findin' 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 assholes, Let's have a toast for the scumbags, Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast to the jerkoffs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can