Run Away (feat. Bryson Tiller)

Oh-oh

Yeah, yeah

Ooh, woah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, baby

Yeah

Say oh-oh, if you wanna be mine

Where you belong is all alone with me, I

No, you don't miss him, so I won't remind

Girl, you know I don't wanna miss out in the meantime, time

On the runway, cameras

Flash on the runway, he ain't ready

Ask you to run away

He don't know you need the bag every Monday, hey, hey

Watch this, yeah

Got them bands in my pockets

Girl, you know I'll pay for it, but watch this

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

All of the time, girl, you look fine (I'll be your man if you want love)

Girl, you deserve all of the shine and I'll get behind it (you know my bands, they don't run out, no)

You know I don't see you and him, no, I don't get it (i don't get it, get it, no)

You know I wanna be down and you're with it (is you with it, you with it? Uh)

Girl, I get so excited when (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

You touch me, girl, can I come? (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

See you now, baby (yeah, can I see?)

See you now, baby, yeah, yeah (ooh)

I know what I want

Play with you, I know I love it (yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh)

So bring your ass to the front (yeah)

Shake it like that, baby, throw it

Yeah, arch back like that

Yeah, hair back, huh, like that

Yeah, uh, get ready, I'm heatin' up

I don't give a fuck how we get up

Just call back, right back

We can spend, then get it right back (oh-oh, yeah, yeah)

She just said I wanted all of that, uh

So that's why I bought her that, uh

I know you rock with me right now (love you rock with me, rock with me)

You know I can't stand to be here without (please stop with the nonsense, uh-uh)

All this second guessing's filling me with doubt (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

Ain't no need for the stressin', you with me now (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, now)

On the runway, cameras

Flash on the runway, he ain't ready

If he ask you to run away

He don't know you need the bag every Monday, hey, hey

Watch this, oh

Got them bands in my pockets

You ain't seen a hunnid bands, yeah, but watch this

You ain't know I got bands for real (oh) (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Baby, if I, I (yey-hey, hey-hey, hey-hey)

Make you mine, ooh (hey-hey, hey-hey)

Oh, woah (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey, hey-hey)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

Chris Brown, Breezy

Young Tiller, Bryson, Bryson

Yeah, yeah

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Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

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