Taylor Bennett - Vacant lyrics

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Taylor Bennett - Vacant lyrics

[Intro: Morocco Brown] I've been running away from my thoughts See them chasing me [Verse 1: Morocco Brown] Running away from my thoughts Light up this blunt let me take this plane Running around all these blocks Spend all my time trying to chase this paper f** it my future is brighter than any f**s fired I try for to sit on you all f** it my Luther is silent, the activist in me making sure I don't fall Hope I don't burn in this city, I've learned from this city It weren't for this city, robbery posted up servin' them nickies Mooky and [?] do work with the fifty Power this black house to purge in my city Urging my city for change in a purse Here are my thoughts, in a Range or a hearse [?] [?] [?] Aim for the gang get the wrench for the girl Chasing the bank with a tank full of verbs Young black man with a thing for the herb Spit it so clean with a brain full of [?] Ain't y'all know that I spit it exactly So y'all know that I came for the world Seventeen in the booth with my demons Ebony with the boots on my seat man Can't wait to see the truths of my preaching Cause I can't delude all my teachings Bought this cape and boots with my visa So I can save the dudes on my features And I can say and do what I please Cause I paid the dues on my lease up [Hook] x2 I've been running away from my thoughts See them chasing me, oh I've been running away from my thoughts These streets is vacant, bae [Verse 2: Morocco Brown] Running around with this noose on my neck With the booth in my head and the town on my back Track after track smokin' pack after pack In a foreign black Jag got the racks in my lap Traffic is bad but the pack and [?] got my a** in the lab Pa**ion a green til the gets us mad, pa**ionate rocks on the surface I crash But these looks is deceiving, artists oughta be preaching now What the f** was you thinking? New forgot and it deep in now Daddy told me don't sell your soul for some f**ing gold That's some tweak sh**, wow One the nine my pops turned around And they gunned him down for some G sh**, wow Hoping I'm saving my city, hooray for my city, I pray for my city Mayor [?] the case don't get lifted Bullsh** don't phase me I pray for ascension Ruthless creations but waving my city So [?] face don't look empty Guns don't go poppin' those tensions go swiftly Grabbin' my nation my patience go with it [Hook] x2 [Verse 3: Taylor Bennett] Walk on the beach, hold my hand Tossed in the world, don't get lost in the sand PC dust got her hooked and lookin' for a helping hand Turn to movies and [?] man and a plan Gotta run, gotta fly, gotta soar, gotta dive Sore from the pain but you goin', am I right? Coulda been a cheerleader but that isn't your type Confused blowing [?] paper ‘stead of moonlight Blue moon sittin' on a coaster Miss girl culture claustrophobic Only hang with white girls but her black friends don't know it Don't ever use a glove, 23 like Michael so sorry Mrs. Jackson But I am for real I got a flight to catch I gotta show to k** And then float the roof The crowd crazy aight [Hook] x2

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