Escape (Outro)
One dark night it was silent
Flying down the road like a pilot
Music turned up to 11
Only way to drown out the depression
Blue lights flash in my rear view
5-0 running with the whole crew
Spittin over radio static
Acting all over dramatic
This is my escape
Ima say goodbye to the whole city
Even if they think that they gon try to pull me over
Ima take a few of those motherfuckers with me
Mustang tires barely gripping on the road
Fishtail drift every turn that I go
People on the road think I got no soul
Yeah I gotta soul but that bitch Ice cold
Whoa whoa
I lived my whole life trapped
Stuck in my head, that's a fact
25 and I'm still broke
No food ain't no joke
Now I'm putting pedal to the metal
Can't stop, no I'll never settle
I'm a long way from New York
Now I'm drinking wine with a cork in it
Keep the pinkie up like I'm from Venice
Car got swiped when they passed me
Guess I got lost in the fantasy
Guess I got found, they surrounding me
Get out the car with your hands up
Ima count to 3 then your times up
I don't think I got another choice
Got the heater in the seat if gotta make noise
Roll down the window
Rain down bullets like a one man militia
Sent out 9 and I took about 12
If it's not heaven then I'm going to hell
God took long deep look in my eyes
He told me that he's sorry that it took a long time
Even if my life didn't really go well
I had escaped my own personal hell
Flying down the road like a pilot
Music turned up to 11
Only way to drown out the depression
Blue lights flash in my rear view
5-0 running with the whole crew
Spittin over radio static
Acting all over dramatic
This is my escape
Ima say goodbye to the whole city
Even if they think that they gon try to pull me over
Ima take a few of those motherfuckers with me
Mustang tires barely gripping on the road
Fishtail drift every turn that I go
People on the road think I got no soul
Yeah I gotta soul but that bitch Ice cold
Whoa whoa
I lived my whole life trapped
Stuck in my head, that's a fact
25 and I'm still broke
No food ain't no joke
Now I'm putting pedal to the metal
Can't stop, no I'll never settle
I'm a long way from New York
Now I'm drinking wine with a cork in it
Keep the pinkie up like I'm from Venice
Car got swiped when they passed me
Guess I got lost in the fantasy
Guess I got found, they surrounding me
Get out the car with your hands up
Ima count to 3 then your times up
I don't think I got another choice
Got the heater in the seat if gotta make noise
Roll down the window
Rain down bullets like a one man militia
Sent out 9 and I took about 12
If it's not heaven then I'm going to hell
God took long deep look in my eyes
He told me that he's sorry that it took a long time
Even if my life didn't really go well
I had escaped my own personal hell
Credits
Writer(s): Dameek Deaver
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