Kanye West —
Runaway

Acordes de guitarra

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© Acordes transcritos por: Elena Ladova // la especialista (https://Muzland.es)
± PPS (tempo): ♩ = 87 pulsaciones por minuto

Lyrics and music by Kanye West, Emile Haynie, Jeff Bhasker, Mike Dean, Terrence Thornton, Malik Yusef, John Branch and Peter Phillips
feat. Pusha T

Intro:
  E | E | B | B | C#m
  C#m | A | A A B B    } ×2

 E
   And I always find, yeah,
                           B
   I always find something wrong.
   You been putting up with my shit
                 C#m
   Just way too long.
   I’m so gifted at finding
                          A
   What I don’t like the most.

   So I think it’s time
       B            E
   For us to have a toast.

Chorus:
   E
     Let’s have a toast
     For the douchebags.
     Let’s have a toast
                 B
     For the assholes.
     Let’s have a toast
     For the scumbags.
                                C#m
     Every one of them that I know.
     Let’s have a toast
     For the jerk-offs.
                              A
     That’ll never take work off.
     Baby, I got a plan:
                      B    E
     Run away fast as you can.

E
She find pictures in my email.
I sent this girl a picture
       B
Of my dick.
I don’t know what it is with females,
                                 C#m
But I’m not too good with that shit.
See, I could have me a good girl,
And still be addicted
              A
To them hood rats.
And I just blame everything on you.

At least you know
B                      E
That’s what I’m good at.

 E
   And I always find, yeah,
   I always find
   Yeah, I always find
             B
   Something wrong.
   You been putting up with my shit
                 C#m
   Just way too long.
   I’m so gifted at finding
                          A
   What I don’t like the most.

   So I think it’s time
       B            E
   For us to have a toast.

Chorus:
   E
     Let’s have a toast
     For the douchebags.
     Let’s have a toast
                 B
     For the assholes.
     Let’s have a toast
     For the scumbags.
                                C#m
     Every one of them that I know.
     Let’s have a toast
     For the jerk-offs.
                              A
     That’ll never take work off.
     Baby, I got a plan:
                      B    E
     Run away fast as you can.

Bridge:
 E
   Run away from me, baby,

   Run away.
 B
   Run away from me, baby,
   B7     C#m
   Run away.
   When it starts to get crazy,
   Then run away.
 A
   Babe, I got a plan:
                       B
   Run away as fast as you can.

 E
   Run away from me, baby,
   Run away.
 B
   Run away from me, baby,
   Run away.
 C#m
   When it starts to get crazy,
   Why can’t she just run away?
 A
   Baby, I got a plan:
                       B
   Run away as fast as you can.

E
Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five,
Pussy stays on my mind.
      B
I-I-I-I did it.
Alright, alright, I admit it.
Now pick your next move.
You can leave or live with it.
C#m
Ichabod Crane with that
Motherfucking top off.
Split and go where?
                           A
Back to wearing knockoffs? Haha.
Knock it off, Neiman’s, shop it off.

Let’s talk over Mai Tais,
B
Waitress, top it off.

E
Hoes like vultures wanna fly
In your Freddy loafers.
You can’t blame ’em,
                                B
They ain’t never seen Versace sofas.
Every bag, every blouse,
Every bracelet.

Comes with a price tag,
      B7      C#m
Baby, face it.
You should leave
If you can’t accept the basics.
Plenty hoes in
The baller-nigga matrix.
A
Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless.
                          B
I’m just young, rich, and tasteless,
P!

E
Never was much of a romantic.
                                B
I could never take the intimacy.
And I know I did damage.
’Cause the look in your eyes
            C#m
Is killing me.
I guess you knew of that advantage.
’Cause you could blame me
           A
For everything.
And I don’t know how I’ma manage.
       B                      E
If one day, you just up and leave.

 E
   And I always find, yeah,
                           B
   I always find something wrong.
   You been putting up with my shit
                 C#m
   Just way too long.
   I’m so gifted at finding
                          A
   What I don’t like the most.

   So I think it’s time
       B            E
   For us to have a toast.

Chorus:
   E
     Let’s have a toast
     For the douchebags.
     Let’s have a toast
                 B
     For the assholes.
     Let’s have a toast
     For the scumbags.
                                C#m
     Every one of them that I know.
     Let’s have a toast
     For the jerk-offs.
                              A
     That’ll never take work off.
     Baby, I got a plan:
                      B
     Run away fast as you can.

Instrumental:
  E | E E E E | B |
  B B B B7 | C#m |

  C#m | A | A A B B |
  E | E