I want to run away
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Because I know there's got to be a better place
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Sometimes I really want to run away
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But the more I try the more I can't escape
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Because there ain't no where to run
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Instead I'm drunk, praying to the Lord
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Saying "here I come"
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Sitting on my bed with a loaded gun
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Pointed at my head
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And then my girlfriend screams put the gun away
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I told her "love just saved the day
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Let's pack our stuff and run away
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From all this bullshit"
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Man, I hate my life, my job
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I feel like my days is all
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Working nine to five
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And give her five to eleven
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Limping in my front door looking tired and sweating
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Last thing I feel like doing is going and writing a record
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My fuckin' socks are soaking wet, my girl gotta go to bed
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These opposite schedules getting harder to manage
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Working in a kitchen with a bunch of Mexicans
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And I swear motherfuckers talk about me in Spanish
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My only plan is to make it rapping
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After so long you start thinking if this shit was meant to be, it'd happen
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If it wasn't for my homie Yelawolf believin' in me
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I'd still probably be feeling like my dream was shattered
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Cause my team is scattered, but now I got a second chance
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It's time to get the fire back
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At a young age, I done developed so many bad habits
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I feel like I'mma have to snort a line to even try to write a rap
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On top of that, I can't afford the power bill
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Rappin' ain't payin', makin' nine dollars an hour still
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Can't afford to have a kid, can't afford to put my girl on the pill
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Plus I hate the way a condom feel
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How does your family feel about your music, about your numbers?
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They said it was dumb and never gave a shit
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I be smilin' now, when they tell me they proud
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But then the climate turn around and say some racist shit
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So it's strainin' my relationship
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I told my girl, I need her, I'd never leave her if I made it big
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One day I want to marry you, and raise a kid
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Gone all night long, but I ain't chasin' chicks
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I'm trying to write, but always feeling like I can't commit
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Can't come wit' the shit I want to say to vent
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Instead I'm steadily drowning am I wastin' it
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Sometimes I wish I could escape from this
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I want to run away
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Because I know there's got to be a better place
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Sometimes I really want to run away
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But the more I try the more I can't escape
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Because there ain't no where to run
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Instead I'm drunk, praying to the Lord
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Saying here I come
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Sitting on my bed with a loaded gun
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Pointed at my head
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And then my girlfriend screams put the gun away
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I told her love just saved the day
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Let's pack our stuff and run away
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From all this bullshit
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I just missed another show cuz I gotta work
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If I try to request any more days off
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Then my boss gonna fire me
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He said he's tired of me tryin' him
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I wanna tell him to go fuck himself
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But I know ain't nobody hirin', besides I'm
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Twenty-nine, my future's on the line
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And my girlfriend rely on me to try to iron these
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Problems we created down entirely
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A year ago, this time, we was in a bind, in a dire need
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To find a place to live, we was about to lose the crib
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Had to get a job, that's exactly what I did
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All for me is set and now this rapper shit is dead
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Last Christmas, we ain't have the cash to get a gift
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For each other, man, I'm sick of the struggle
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Doing drugs made it easy to accept that
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Then I settle getting used to having nada
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My doctor said I got a bleedin' ulcer in my tummy
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But still continue to shoot rot-gut liquor in my stomach, trying to numb it
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Can't afford Crown, so I'm sippin' on McCormick's
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Tryin' to write a rap, but I can't think of a chorus
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I bet I snort some meth and things will hit em in opposal
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And 'Wolf said, record exec's checkin' for us
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So you better step it up, they're scanning the performance
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Snap back in the music industry
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I'm missing at least sick of kissing ass
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I question my endurance
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So I pour another shot, trying to calm me some
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Alcohol really can't resolve it none
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Still pissed off, thinking everyone is dumb
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Because I don't give a fuck what team LeBron is on
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Whoever follows on Twitter the comments on
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My Facebook wall tellin' y'all |