Latelatekuro - Runarounds (Prod. 25) [feat. Donia] Lyrics

Baby I ain't runnin away
Just have class and some shit today
You told me, too late, too late, too late

Still talkin her shit, livin her life
Her pussy got me hooked, homie god damn
Malik goddamn, party, no pants
Molly no xans, save that chill for later
Put that weed on fire, man pass me the lighter
Man i feel alive, damn must be the water
Make money then drown and nobody be out here
Fuk you tahm bout?
The bottles ain't gon keep em
You goin through some shit, no one when you need em
Member had to feed em, member had two women
Member father told me, don't fall for those desires
Now i'm rockin tommy, cravin for designers
Shoulda seen the signs, shouldn't be too nice
Messin up my sinus, barely see the sun now
F*ckin til the sun down, think you doin good
Damn that shit hurts, when shawty gives u the runaround
And leave

Oh baby I ain't runnin away
Just have class and some shit today
You told me you wanted me too late, too late, too late

Talkin bout dis, talkin bout dat
Bought a bag for Kriss, bought a whip for Cass
Spend cause love ain't countin, but that shit be breakin
Hurt me when she sayin, eat a bag of dicks
It ain't no gettin realer
I'm tourin through the country, she f*cks the whole county
Look at me young foolish, i'm back up on my bullshit
Back up on this hood shit, swervin then i pull up
Look i'm with who bitch?
And now it's aftermath
Actin all cool
Deep i was in too, bitch you so rude
Actin all cool, like u ain't do, like u ain't did me wrong
But you knew, damn you leave a flesh
But i'm used to, takin arrows to the chest
Now i'm too good, took hours to be the best
But i'm overdue, finna get this rest
Hear my phones buzzin money get loose (brrr)

Yeah
Said money get loose
Runarounds, i can give you all the runarounds
Still ridin round town
Too bad now
Now you ain't around

And yet i'm gettin back to it
Got-gotta take you deep in it
Got-gotta make you feel that shit
G-gotta get real
Cause i be gettin drunk, i be gettin loved
Never mixed the both, now i'm in trouble
Now i'm in no no, can not use this word more
Can i be honest tho ? i be makin prayers for
You to see my angle, you could be my angel
Know this shit is corny, know i looked insane yo
Fake highs, true lows, subo and morphin, feelin like bruno
Might just land on pluto, f*ck it man it's cool tho
You flexin you get new hoes, always earn a few foes
Runnin with some new woes, mortified i'm uno
Nobody told kudos, i be makin moves, call me whatever leo

Yeah
Said money get loose
Runarounds, i can give you all the runarounds
Still ridin round town
Too bad now
Now you ain't around

Ay can not be done with it?
Got something to prove with it?
Got some shits untold, feel me?
Bouta pour out my soul
Cause i be makin moves yeah, i just got the groove
F*ck all of these rappin man, ladies want it smooth
Niggas out here stalkin yeah, aimin at me soon
Cause fame about to come in, drugs ain't finna kick in
And makin it 's a fiction, missin on affection
Always on a mission but baby doesnt get it
Next thing seperation, joy your independance
Hope you die of blown appendice, sorry nigga wishes
Its the same old me, i'm still no good
Words to eli, shit, can't be, understood
But figure it out, then no f*cks given
Hell about forgiveness, ain't tried to keep bae
Now i'm all about my business
Money

Oh baby I ain't runnin away
Just have class and some shit today
You told me you wanted me too late, too late, too late