[Intro: Mike Epps (Sampled)]

Married men act totally different when they're by themselves, don't they? You see 'em with their wife, "What's up Tony?" "Hey man, how's everything going brother? Oh, just taking it easy, hanging out with the old lady. Alright, God bless you, take it easy now, alright." You be like that nigga ain't like that

You see him by himself, "What's up Tony?" "Hey, where's the bitches at, nigga?! Where's the bitches?!"

[Verse 1]

Yeah

Gimme my space, Lord, ain't enough time to chase

All these dreams, nah mean? I got no time to wait

Love my girl, but I told her straight up, "Don't wait up"

Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we fucked and made up

Used to living free as a bird, but now I'm laid up

Feelin' like a nigga got handcuffs on

How the fuck did my life become a damn love song?

She ride for a nigga and she stand up for him

But a nigga wan' be a nigga, be a nigga

Ride through the streets with freaks and real niggas

She'll never understand what it's like to be a man

Knowin' when you look inside yourself you see a nigga

And you don't wan' let her down

But you too young for the settle down

And maybe you can thug it out, learn what is love about

When you can't live with her and you can't live without

Aw shit, goddamn, I think the devil got his hands on me

Stripper saying, "Baby, won't you throw them bands on me?"

And I came to spend

She pop a molly, let the motherfuckin' games begin

I'm running away

[Chorus]

Runaway, runaway

Runaway, runaway

I'm holdin' on

Desperately

Runaway, runaway

Runaway, runaway

I'm holdin' on

[Verse 2]

When it's all said and done everybody dies

In this life ain't no happy endings

Only pure beginnings followed by years of sinning and fake repentance

The preacher say we were made in image of Lord

To which I replied: "Are you sure?

Even a murderer? Even a whore?

Even a nigga running through bitches on tour

With a good girl at home folding clothes and shit?"

She losin' faith in him and he knows the shit

Like, "What the fuck is a break? Don't know how much I can take no more

I give you all I got 'til it ain't no more

No more tears, it's been ten long years

Damn near, I don't know if I can wait no more"

And who can blame her, you complain about

Every time you out, you come back she poutin'

Sleeping back to back, this is wack, we 'bout

To go platinum and I'm in the crib acting out

My childhood fantasies of wife and home

But it's a whole lot of actresses I'd like to bone

And despite the rumors you hold out

On account of your guilt and she has got to spend her nights alone

And she ride or die like Eve and 'em

Make home-cooked meals every evenin'

And even in your lowest days

When you're no longer Superman, at least you know you got Lois Lane

But you

[Chorus]

Runaway, runaway

Runaway, runaway

I'm holdin' on

Desperately

Runaway, runaway

Runaway, runaway

I'm holdin' on

[Verse 3]

Yeah

Unbelievable, seen evil that not even Knievel know

At age three I knew this world was three below

Listen, even though my ego low, achieved the unachievable

Imagine if my confidence was halfway decent yo

This just in, fucked more bitches than Bieber though

Still I keep it low, got my niggas on the need to know

Basis, my manager back in the days was racist

I was a young boy, passing skates and tucking laces

Old perverted white man who told me, "Jermaine

It's all pink on the inside, fuck what color they face is"

Wise words from an indecent man

Made me reflect on the times when we was three-fifths of them

In chains and powerless, brave souls reduced to cowardice

Slaving in the baking sun for hours just

To see the master creep into the shack where your lady at

Nine months later got a baby, that's

Not quite what you expected, but you

Refuse to neglect it, 'cause you

Know your wifey loves you, thus you refuse to accept it

That’s the type of shit that turned my granny light-skinned

Rich white men rule the nation still

Only difference is we all slaves now, the chains concealed

In our thoughts, if I follow my heart to save myself

Could I run away from fifty-mill like Dave Chappelle?

You know

[Chorus]

Runaway, runaway

Runaway, runaway

I'm holdin' on

Desperately

Runaway, runaway

Runaway, runaway

I'm holdin' on