Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Pharcyde
Performer
Fatlip
Vocals
Bootie Brown
Vocals
Imani
Vocals
Mwalk
Scratches
Run-DMC
Sampled Artist
Slimkid3
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Romye Robinson
Songwriter
Emandu Wilcox
Songwriter
Luiz Bonfá
Songwriter
Derrick Stewart
Songwriter
James Dewitt Yancey
Songwriter
MARÍA TOLEDO
Songwriter
T. Hardson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J Dilla
Producer
Anthony Walker
Recording Engineer
Bryan Davis
Recording Engineer
Gary Wallis
Recording Engineer
James Mansfield
Recording Engineer
Paul Arnold
Mixing Engineer
Rick Clifford
Recording Engineer
Tim Latham
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Can't keep runnin' away
Can't keep runnin' away
Can't keep runnin' away
Can't keep runnin' away
I must admit on some occasions
I went out like a punk and a chump
Or a sucker or something to that effect
Respect I used to never get
'Cause all I got was upset
When **** used to be like (What's up, fool?)
And tried to sweat a **** like the lip
For no reason at all I can't recall 'cause **** throwing Cs in my face
Down the hall or kicking it in the back of the school, eating chicken at three
Wondering, "Why is everybody always picking on me?"
I tried to talk and tell 'em, chill, I did nothing to deserve this
But when it didn't work I wasn't scared
Just real nervous and unprepared
To deal with scrapping, no doubt
My pappy never told me how to knock a **** out
But now in '95, I must survive as a man on my own
Fuck around with Fatlip, yes, you get blown
I'm not trying to show, no macho is shown
But when it's on, when it's on, then it's on
Can't keep runnin' away
Can't keep runnin' away
Can't keep runnin' away
Can't keep runnin' away
One, two
So listen here (Come on)
There comes a time in every man's life
When he's gotta handle shit up on his own
Can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze
Please, they got problems of their own
Down for the count on seven chicken shits don't get to Heaven
Till they face these fears and these fear zones
Used to get jacked back up in high school, I played it cool
Just so some real shit won't get full blown
Being where I'm from
They let the smoke come quicker than a evil redneck
Could lynch a helpless colored figure and
As a victim, I invented low-key
Till the keyhole itself got lower than me
So I stood up and let my freeform form free
Said, I'm gonna get some before they knocking out me
I don't sweat it, I let the bullshit blow in the breeze
In other words, just debris, yeah
Can't keep runnin' away
Can't keep runnin' away
Can't keep runnin' away
Can't keep runnin' away
It's 1995
And now that I'm older, stress weighs on my shoulders
Heavy as boulders but I told y'all (Told y'all)
Until the day that I die, I still
Will be a soldier and that's all I told ya
And that's all I showed ya, and that's all I sold ya
And all this calamity is ripping my sanity, can it be
That I'm a celebrity who's on the brink of insanity?
Now don't be wishing of switching any positions with me
'Cause when you in my position, it ain't never easy
To do any type of maintainin'
'Cause all the gamin' and famin' from entertainin'
Is hella straining to the brain and
But I can't keep runnin', I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'
Can't keep runnin' away
Can't keep runnin' away
Can't keep runnin' away
Can't keep runnin' away
Can't keep runnin' away, can't keep runnin' away
Can't keep runnin' away, can't keep runnin' away
Can't keep runnin' away, can't keep runnin' away
Can't keep runnin' away, can't keep runnin' away
Can't keep
Runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away
Can't keep
Runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away
Can't keep
Runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away
Can't keep
Runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away
Written by: D. Stewart, E. Wilcox, J. Yancy, James Dewitt Yancey, Luiz Bonfá, Maria Helena De Toledo Shermont, Romye Robinson, T. Hardson, Tre Vant Jermaine Hardson