Verse 1:

Sometimes I get lost in it all

Feels like just the other day we was walking the halls

Talking to all the pretty girls

Tryna get in they draws

Nowadays shits changed you don’t bother to call

I mean I get it you got a lot going on but shit once in a while you could pick up the phone check out my son ain’t he cute

I just sent you a picture he’s almost 2 now and soon hes gonna have a little sister remember all those nights In Cincinnati just getting drunk

No cash Dine and dash

We didn’t give a fuck

Reckless as hell but we was living it up shits a little different now

I guess we just growin up look

I know you’re busy so I’ll leave it at that but if you get a chance can you just hit me back

Or drop by the next time you in the West end

I miss you homie and you’ll always be my best friend

Chorus (Brittany sage):

I don’t wanna runaway

I don’t wanna runaway

I don’t wanna run

No more no more no more

I don’t wanna runaway

Verse 2:

Got another voicemail I’ll get to it later

I’m in the studio now tryna get to this paper

Album on the way

The pressures on me forreal

Mean If this shit don’t pop then we might not deal

I been bustin my ass

Think I’m in love with the cash

Maybe once I get enough I’ll have some time to relax but as for now

I’m on the go like 24 7

Going thru hell tryna sell my way into heaven

And I’m Finally seeing signs of a life

I used to dream bout idols in email

Got em on my team now

Girls in my dms even ones that turn me down people turn they back on me now they wanna turn around

And say what’s up don’t dap me up man I dont fuck with you

When I was down you couldn’t be found so don’t get comfortable

And as I look around i realize I’m all alone could buy every houses In the world and still won’t have a home

Chorus:

I don’t wanna runaway

I don’t wanna runaway

I don’t wanna run

No more no more no more

I don’t wanna runaway

Verse 3:

Looked down at the phone I had to catch my breath

Your mother called twice

Left a short worded text

Said please hurry told me that you’ve been in a wreck

I prayed to god to for the first time since

I don’t know when

I hopped in that car and the foot to the floor

Remembering all times you’d call I’d just hit ignore

This shit hurt more every time I look down at that text

I look up in the mirror

Like are you proud of me yet?

I Spent my whole fucking life

Tryna run up a check

Tryna run from my problems

Just to run to the next. Shit is crazy and it’s finally coming full circle

Don’t let em lie

What you don’t say can still hurt you

My stomach dropped when I saw your mothers expression

Holding tightly to your son, your wife she 7 months pregnant

So many things unsaid

So many unanswered questions

I miss you homie and you’ll always be my best friend