Runaway

[Intro: Son Little & Swizz Beatz]
When my heart aches, I'm drowning, pain won't go away
And in my cup's brown, fills my brain, won't go away
These five yellow girls all on parade asphyxiate (Goddamn)

[Chorus: Son Little, Nas & Swizz Beatz]
Still stuck in a box tryna clear my name (Y'all know the deal, woo)
Still trapped in a box tryna clear my name (It's only real)
And in my cup's brown, fills my brain (You can't stop me)
And in my cup's brown, fills my brain (You can't stop me, yeah)
Still trapped in a box tryna clear my name (Y'all know the deal)
Won't go away (It's only real)
I'm afraid (Your love, you can't stop me)
Your love will blow me away (You can't stop me, yeah, woo)
Am I dumb (Yeah, yeah)
All 'cause I numb the pain? (Yeah, yeah)
Am I just another runaway? (Yeah, yeah)
Runaway (Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go!)

[Verse 1: Nas]
Handsome gangsta, ain't he? '89 to be exact
We own the block, 16 had two TECs and one MAC
Niggas cookin' that work, we thirsty to see it come back
Killers and rats, sold crack fiends, where I hung at
Drivin' through every borough with young women, I done that
Cuban link dreams, chasin' fiends down, these foul
Nothin' frisk me, I had the nerve, not even put the weed down
These clowns thirsty to squeeze rounds

[Chorus: Son Little, Nas & Swizz Beatz]
Still trapped in a box tryna clear my name (Y'all know the deal)
Still trapped in a box tryna clear my name (It's only real, oh)
And in my cup's brown, fills my brain (You can't stop me)
And in my cup's brown, fills my brain (You can't stop me, yeah, woo)
Still trapped in a box tryna clear my name (Yeah, yeah)
Won't go away (Yeah, yeah)
I'm afraid (Your love, yeah, yeah)
Your love will blow me away (Yeah, yeah, here we go!)

[Verse 2: Nas & Swizz Beatz]
Drivin' eighty miles per hour in the rain
Feeling yesterday's high still and it's calmin' my brain
Which is ever movin'
I still remember shootings that never leave out my thoughts
Blowin' by the basketball court, they went to war, it happened
All I imagine sometime under sunshine on vacation
Things I did in my hood situations, oh well
Probably was a bad father to my firstborn
Love her to death but I ain't been home since my first song
Provided for her but money can't replace a father for her
Plus I got a son, blessed with kids, yeah, man, I adore 'em
And I was sure I was gonna leave this life too fast
I got guardian angels, came down and saved my ass (Let’s go!)

[Chorus: Son Little, Swizz Beatz & Nas]
Still trapped in a box tryna clear my name (Ay, y'all know the deal)
Still trapped in a box tryna clear my name (Ay, it's only real)
And in my cup's brown, fills my brain (Woo, you can't stop me)
And in my cup's brown, fills my brain (You can't stop me, can't stop it)
Still trapped in a box tryna clear my name (Yeah, yeah)
Won't go away (Yeah, yeah)
I'm afraid (Your love, yeah, yeah)
Your love will blow me away (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Swizz Beatz]
New York City, stand up!
New York City, stand up!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This that Nas, that Zaza
That New York, that Zaza
That Nas, errr