Running away from you
Can be my downfall
I can't escape these withdrawals
Oh
Who still has control?
I head back home
It's the young black Micheal Jackson
African at heart
My teachers made me drop the accent
I ain't used to have a passion
Till I heard my teacher tell me
That I ain't shit
Maybe he was right
Cause I ain't staining up the pavement
Man the South is getting hella dirty
I get home at seven thirty
Watch out for the FBI
The songs I write explain the story
They don't wanna hear me say
I ain't worth a dime
Unless I'm ballin in the NBA
I ain't King James
But I Harden when I'm through the gate
Gotta keep a layer of the armor on me anyway
My 12 gauge is on heavy spray
Im paralyzed for heavens sake
Im paranoid I need a break
A pair of lies I give or take
Though oftentimes times they do relate
What?
What's your purpose?
Purpose
And what's your drive?
I ain't sure we matching
We ain't on the same vibe
What we doing?
Doing
And what's your goal?
I can't see my future
But I know I know
Running away from you
Can be my downfall
I can't escape these withdrawals
Oh
Who still has control?
I head back home
It's the young black Micheal Jackson
They call me smooth criminal
My death the final action
I don't even need a casket
I rest in peace alone
My brothers never blink to blast it
Keep your blinker on
This right turn gon leave yo windows cracking
Don't let them catch you lacking
Don't be a happy father
Don't be a jolly captain
Dont quit with all that yappin
I'm hungry I been fasting
I'm hung up on what you asking
I'm colder by the minute
My heart is native Alaskan
See this is more than music
This is more than rap
This is more than therapeutic
The worst feeling is to realize
You had a Judas or a Brutus
Stab you in the back and leave you clueless
Man I'm sick and tired of choosing
What?
What's your purpose?
Purpose
And what's your drive?
I ain't sure we matching
We ain't on the same vibe
What we doing?
Doing
And what's your goal?
I can't see my future
But I know I know
Hey
Ah hey
Ah hey
Ah hey
Ah hey
Ah hey
Ah hey
Ah hey
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