I can't help my self
I neva eva wanna live life from a shelf
I neva eva wanna go back to what was
Coulda been Shoulda been just because
To get a buzz or to fly high it feels good
Day or night never stop to think if I should
Wrong or right never stop to think
But you would be the one that's always there when I turn around
I neva love anotha even if I'm with another love
Got this pen in my hand
I spill my insides all over this foreign land cuz I can
I have no shame it's my game
Makin' music light up ya brain like cocaine
Turn up the gain turn down the volume
My volume is up too loud
In the crowd
No sleep no money
No Milk No Honey
Ahhhhh
I can't take no more
I'm sorry
I neva did this shit before
I'm sorry that I never took time to say Hi or goodbye
Even when you look at me in the eye
I'm sorry but someday we all gon die
I'm sorry I really am sometimes I lie
Sometimes I withhold secrets just from you
To tell you the truth I don't know what to do
Or what to say to you when it's tears in ya eyes
And ya hands in the air
You don't like my reply
I wanna get away jet plane I fly and I neva come down
I live the blue sky
Rain come down and wash the shit away
The get away is inside the glass
You betta move ya ass if you wanna get down
Be careful
That shit will leave you nowhere to be found
Stay Away From Me
Stay Away From Me
Stay away from me
I am the one and soon you will see
What I've become and what I can be
Top of the mountain up high I can see
Over this land and into the world
Mother of nature and father of time
Thru the eyes of every boy and girl
Like the brightest star I will shine
Like the pencil writing every line
Like a lion hunting everytime
In the booth spitting only truth burning up the microphone a thousand times
Every metaphor git in yo mind
Fuck up yo brain and shake up your spine
Enter in yo lane coming with the power taking over everything that's mine
Stay Away From Me
Stay Away From Me
You betta git the fuck back
Eyez on the prize
Always on the right track
Never at the right speed
Never go too fast
Can't keep em wit me gotta throw em in the trash
If you in the way I gotta get up in that ass
Lightnin Bolts with half steps we gonna clash
Mack truck on two ways we go smash
Dust off my hands then I get back to the dash
Don't bother hittin' me if you don't got the cash
Straight ahead I don't wanna talk about the past
Like a eyelash kinda irritating
While you waitin' plotting plannin' debating
I'm in a rrari doin' 100 miles and hour
I can see the look on your face it's kinda sour
Lip on the fifth steering wheel I grip
Turn it up louder let em know I got the power