Escape

Baby won't you be my escape
In all this free time I waste
But in the meantime I'll take
You to the dock of the
Baby won't you be my escape
In all this free time I waste
But in the meantime I'll take
You to the dock of the bay
Yeah, the dock of the bay
The dock of the

Late night as I write
But I gotta stay up
Never been the type to reciprocate love
Always gettin hype when another day comes
Cause I gotta wake up and I gotta make some
New heat for the kitchen
I quit the bitchin
I'm shooting for the stars and my trigger finger itchin
From rags to the riches
The wells keep wishin
And I ain't ever trippin
No I ain't heh
Black backpack packed to the brim
With a flask full of gin
Skipping class for some ass yet again
Flashback to the past back then
When I never had friends
If you ask where I'm at it depends
Makin ends meet thinkin that shits sweet
Meanwhile I'm up in shits creek
Eating this fish meat
I just keep movin,
Donno what the fuck that I been doin
I'd say I'm goin dumb but you can't fix stupid
The truth is, regardless
I can hear em whisper from a distance when they callin
They sayin that I'm all in
And all it - ever is
Never leave the premises
Workin on my story I ain't worried what the premise is
I been feelin eager for change
Seekin a way away from pain
But it seems that it hangs
Over my head nowadays
I don't even feel the need to complain
I'm just giving you a piece of my brain
Call me insane but

Baby won't you be my escape
In all this free time I waste
But in the meantime I'll take
You to the dock of the
Baby won't you be my escape
In all this free time I waste
But in the meantime I'll take
You to the dock of the bay
Yeah, the dock of the bay
The dock of the



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Writer(s): Kevin Heller
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