Black & Broke - Runaway Lyrics

Ever since I met you
I've just had this feeling now
About you lying to me
Oh now you lying to me, wow
How did I get so close
To a backstabbing, smack-talking, money spending
Inconsiderate-(what!)-drama queen
After all these years of being on that scene
I've gotta get up and leave and join up with my team
I just can't take it no more
You see that tunnel with that light?
Gonna trudge through - you know that I can fight
I wanted more (ha ha)all out of Ovaltine
Its time to cut you off...Cold turkey nicotine
What!

I've got a feeling in my bones
Momma I don't think I'm gonna make it home
I'm going south on 77
I don't know where I'm headed
I'm gonna Runaway, hey
I got a feeling in my bones
Momma I don't think I'm gonna make it home
I'm heading south on 71
I don't know where I'm going
I'm gonna Runaway

Runaway, runaway, runaway now
Runaway, runaway, runaway now
Runaway, runaway, runaway now
Runaway, runaway

Uh, I can't take it anymore
I don't know whats held me back from opening the door
To the world I barely know, I haven't the tales to show
I've spent my time confined in a minuscule proximity
This is the end of the nonchalant living
The giving in, it sickens me
I'm sickly then I quickly make my move and never look back
I'm so through with that
With all these heavy burdens trying to keep myself in tact

Sayonara to the city in my rearview
I don't know where I'm going but it appears new
I'm sick of wearing my blues just like a Sears dude
Cuz its like you shout to the world but no one hears you

You see I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
With screeching tires I book it before my time expires
Just the open road ahead
I couldn't tell you where I'm going cuz I'm running again
Come on!

I've got a feeling in my bones
Momma I don't think I'm gonna make it home
I'm going south on 77
I don't know where I'm headed
I'm gonna Runaway, hey
I've got a feeling in my bones
Momma I don't think I'm gonna make it home
I'm heading south on 71
I don't know where I'm going
I'm gonna Runaway

Runaway, runaway, runaway now
Runaway, runaway, runaway now
Runaway, runaway, runaway now
Runaway, runaway

I've got a feeling in my bones
Momma I don't think I'm gonna make it home
I'm going south on 77
I don't know where I'm headed
I'm gonna Runaway, hey
I got a feeling in my bones
Momma I don't think I'm gonna make it home
I'm heading south on 71
I don't know where I'm going
I'm gonna Runaway