MSM on Production
Its Back the Ripper
And like right now I'm feeling a bit
I don't even know like
I just want to get away
I just want to get away
Just for a little bit
I just need sometime away
But its a lot my pa**port ran out *laughs*
1st Verse
Certain times I don't want to talk to no one
Leave me alone im rolling on my lonesome
When I'm stressed out I bring the s out and roll some
Your highness stays high fly and righteous
Every time I touch the mic its a different feeling
I ain't like them I spit with meaning
I'm trying to fight my demons
At the same time cry for freedom
I never been one to hide my feelings
I write till the pen is bleeding
Screaming allow it, round here
We don't respect cowards
We respect money and power
No 9 to 5 so we move at least ounce
Every hour and we ain't even caking off this sh**
Just trying to survive in this sh**ty city
Blood We are all born to die
Parents mourn and cry asking the lord why
I just check my rasta connect for the thai because
Chorus
I always take time to admire the stars
an*lyze life and get away from my spas
A little time to breathe it is a little time for me
If I was invited to heaven I'd pack my bags and leave
2nd Verse
Certain times I don't want to answer my phone
Whatever question you wanna ask leave it after the tone
My numbers always get hotted
My phone is always popping
Believe I just want to pack my bags and leave
With a couple bags of weed
A few books thats me I'll be back in a bit
Don't hara** me little sh** ringing my line asking to clash me
How am mean't to be happy in this world full of depression
Can't even walk in a room full of goons without feeling
Tension and smelling d**h in the air cuz its real talk
Ask most of the youngers if they want to die
They'll reply I don't care I swear there's no fear
In people round here staring with hard faces
I pray for a better day but I doubt its coming so f** it
I need to get away