Run Away (Feat. Bryson Tiller) Chris Brown

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
Know 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
Hey-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
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Yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
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