Runaway

Verse 1:
Sometimes I get lost in it all
Feels like just the other day we was walking the halls
Talking to all the pretty girls
Tryna get in they draws
Nowadays shits changed you don’t bother to call
I mean I get it you got a lot going on but shit once in a while you could pick up the phone check out my son ain’t he cute
I just sent you a picture he’s almost 2 now and soon hes gonna have a little sister remember all those nights In Cincinnati just getting drunk
No cash Dine and dash
We didn’t give a fuck
Reckless as hell but we was living it up shits a little different now
I guess we just growin up look
I know you’re busy so I’ll leave it at that but if you get a chance can you just hit me back
Or drop by the next time you in the West end
I miss you homie and you’ll always be my best friend

Chorus (Brittany sage):
I don’t wanna runaway
I don’t wanna runaway
I don’t wanna run
No more no more no more
I don’t wanna runaway

Verse 2:
Got another voicemail I’ll get to it later
I’m in the studio now tryna get to this paper
Album on the way
The pressures on me forreal
Mean If this shit don’t pop then we might not deal
I been bustin my ass
Think I’m in love with the cash
Maybe once I get enough I’ll have some time to relax but as for now
I’m on the go like 24 7
Going thru hell tryna sell my way into heaven
And I’m Finally seeing signs of a life
I used to dream bout idols in email
Got em on my team now
Girls in my dms even ones that turn me down people turn they back on me now they wanna turn around
And say what’s up don’t dap me up man I dont fuck with you
When I was down you couldn’t be found so don’t get comfortable
And as I look around i realize I’m all alone could buy every houses In the world and still won’t have a home

Chorus:
I don’t wanna runaway
I don’t wanna runaway
I don’t wanna run
No more no more no more
I don’t wanna runaway

Verse 3:
Looked down at the phone I had to catch my breath
Your mother called twice
Left a short worded text
Said please hurry told me that you’ve been in a wreck
I prayed to god to for the first time since
I don’t know when
I hopped in that car and the foot to the floor
Remembering all times you’d call I’d just hit ignore
This shit hurt more every time I look down at that text
I look up in the mirror
Like are you proud of me yet?
I Spent my whole fucking life
Tryna run up a check
Tryna run from my problems
Just to run to the next. Shit is crazy and it’s finally coming full circle
Don’t let em lie
What you don’t say can still hurt you
My stomach dropped when I saw your mothers expression
Holding tightly to your son, your wife she 7 months pregnant
So many things unsaid
So many unanswered questions
I miss you homie and you’ll always be my best friend