Escape

Got me outside late night on the rocks
Conversating our thoughts
Binge drinking while binge thinking bout big things that we knocked
Wanting things no one ever got
Them off brand clothes made us humble
Mama said we'd trip through life
That's why parents train us to tumble
Respect your elders and promote the growth
It's cool if some rappers choose to mumble
We were told to be creative
The natives mad bout what they created
That don't make sense but y'all bout your money
When you bought a 5th then start actin bummy
Just to get by on ya 9 to 5
And when you need something now your nose runny
These 3 jobs can't keep up with me
Gotta use my time productively
If I don't that won't be enough for me
Damn
This ain't how I planned
Problems charging at me like they a ram
Harder than days we was packed in my van
Minimum wage for a slice of ham
Stick to the pace with yo sleight of hand
Cause if you don't stick then you off my glands
I know I can't do this myself
And I'm not afraid to fail



Credits
Writer(s): Kierstan Pendleton
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