文本歌词

Runaway Slave - Tooty
Lyrics by：S. Waddell
Composed by：S. Waddell
Hey you gonna tell away tell away
Waiting need of play
That we are is say me
Take to play
Wait this not I'm no I'm no say
I'm gone get us out the jam
I'm gone get us out the jam
I put that s**t on my mans
I put that s**t on my mans
Gotta get us off the land
Gotta get us off the land
Odds against me I don't give a d**n
I don't give a d**n
I'm gone get us out the jam
I'm gone get us out the jam
I put that s**t on my mans
I put that s**t on my mans
Gotta get us off the land
Gotta get us off the land
Odds against me I don't give a d**n
I don't give a d**n
Martin at the DMV
Had to start from scratch
Use to throw 5 to the bag
Know my homie gone match
Might still be a stat
Kinda hard to dodge the facts
Caterpillar broke out the shell
Butterfly's so hard to catch
I just came to provide the vibe
I know you tired of that 9 to 5
I know you trying 'cuz you gotta provide
At the end of the day you just tryna survive
All these scars on my body
Each one gotta a story
Better start wearing condoms
B4 you end up on maury
Better choose love wisely
B4 you end up like horry
7 rings wedding rings 6 kids and they all 17
Somewhere reminiscing 'bout ya dreams
Child support done took everything
So much of the world that you still never seen
Thought nick cannon said that love don't cost a thing
Drinking and doing drugs now yo a*s is a fein
Cold blooded game predicated by the green
Ever asked yourself what it all really mean
Boy you could've been mike but f**ked Billie Jean
And if he from the chi he prolly got a gun
And if you ain't strapped you probably better run
Von vuai on the beat big relle on the drums
Lyrically lauryn hill sisters act ii you don't want none
One thing a'bout me I be stating facts
My dentist keep asking why I want the plaques
Tired of being humble them other n***as wack
It's like I got on jordan's and they all wearing shaq's
I'm gone get us out the jam
I'm gone get us out the jam
I put that s**t on my mans
I put that s**t on my mans
Gotta get us off the land
Gotta get us off the land
Odds against me I don't give a d**n
I don't give a d**n
I'm gone get us out the jam
I'm gone get us out the jam
I put that s**t on my mans
I put that s**t on my mans
Gotta get us off the land
Gotta get us off the land
Odds against me I don't give a d**n
I don't give a d**n
Posing in pictures in with n***as
That may not be above ground to say cheese next time around
It take a lot to keep me sane I miss my dude
Maybe I'll see you next lifetime miss badu
And I vow to hold you down hold you down
Hold you down hold you down
The way you held me down for years
I'm holding back my tears while I'm gripping on this cup
I can hardly stand up and I still ain't had enough
Got this pistol to my brain I'm just tryna kill the pain
I can hear you call my name every single time it rain
I'm gone get up off this bench
I'm gone get inside this game
I'm gone get us out this jam and
I put that on our name
I don't even need a signal I'm gone stay inside my lane
I'm gone spit this s**t like hov
I'm gone make these moves like dame
Put these words all on this track
Put my soul all on this train
Rest in peace to don cornelius
I'm gone gone go out with a bang