Runway - Emilio Rojas

Meet me on the runway, runway, runway

Meet me on the runway, runway

Meet me on the runway, runway, runway

It’s time that we soar, it’s time to take off

I was getting claustrophobic, my city get small and them walls is closing

I’m living where them Winters is long and they hearts is frozen

And women with the slenderest forms would start disrobing

I left the Roc and drove into my spot in Lower Brooklyn

No looking back at them, ladies, I was smashing ‘em

Went from chasing ass to chasing dreams and now I’m catching ‘em

I’m not the king of my city, there ain’t no throne, see?

I am like the president, all its residents chose me

I left my home and came with hopes of gaining global fame

Now I’m pulling out all fucking stops, I’m like a local train

Not a lot of opportunity, I’m in the Roc and I gotta apply to Move to B

On top, now the trap on the block where I get locked up for a two to three

Or three to four, that’s what I’m leaving for, I got a dream

And I’m needing more, I gotta be in stores like the dude on shelves

And he moving himself like a Ouija board, hey, and I’m moving fast

Groupies strapped in a blue-green Jag, bend ‘em and I send ‘em

On they way when I’m entering a plane with a Toonie bag

I don’t wanna be the one they talk about

Like he woulda been something if he gotten out

So I bounce and I did what my father did

I left home and I left my scholarship

Never went to colleges and my city never had a lot of jobs to give

And mama didn’t want me in the house to live

So I booked to that Brooklyn apartment, I’mma chase my dreams

Get ‘em into seats and I make them scream

Living and I’m hitting every dique and I’m tripping every week

When they change my sheets, huh?

And I’m living like a playboy

With the window tinted on the ‘84, women in the back

And I’m driven by the fact ain’t shit legit that they can hate on

Upstate by my idol, ain’t nobody taking the title

So I bounce, I don’t wanna be around ‘em, pedaling an ounce

For the sake of survival so I stand with my hand on the Bible

Fam on my side and I feel too strong, people only mad

‘Cause they want what I have but they can’t so they can’t move on

And the plane touch down when I’m in the terminal in my town

Then I get determined to make you proud when they heard

That the earner is back around, all I have’s a day

Then they know I gotta go back away but I fare thee well

Spinning like a carousel when I’m sitting on the baggage claim