AWOL
I'ma go awol in this shit
I'ma go awol in this bitch
I'ma go awol, awol, awol
I'ma go Awol in this shit
I'ma go awol in this bitch
I'ma go awol, awol, awol
Sick of a job and the hate that it brings
I feel that I'm stuck 'til the nights that we sing
Mornings I die, what is my life?
People I hate, then I give them the knife
Live in the present, the past
Damn, I'm depressed, it's affecting my craft
Life is a test, know that I'll pass
Leaving the nest, I'll be right back
Tough, fuck
I'ma go awol in this shit
I'ma go awol in this bitch
I'ma go awol, awol, awol
I'ma go awol in this shit
I'ma go awol in this bitch
I'ma go awol, awol, awol
Really coming through with that bum shit
Make a nigga stupid when we drop on that dumb shit
These other niggas, they wanna be like this
So they wanna ride on my dick
Get excited when we dropping shit
Music on that hot shit
Streetwear, cop shit, got this, locked bitch
Bringing that swag back, bum check hashtag
I remember times when a nigga getting laughed at
Pull up in the anthem, model boy, I'm handsome
Flow is so random, I switch any time
And I'm feeling divine, and I might not survive
But I do what I do, got a couple loose screws
But I must be in trouble if I'm talking to you
It's a fuck you to the moon and back
We just keep on running laps, December got my stacks
Jack know all that, threw the past in the trash, like Woah
I'ma go awol in this bitch
I'ma go awol, awol, awol
I'ma go Awol in this shit
I'ma go awol in this bitch
I'ma go awol, awol, awol
Sick of a job and the hate that it brings
I feel that I'm stuck 'til the nights that we sing
Mornings I die, what is my life?
People I hate, then I give them the knife
Live in the present, the past
Damn, I'm depressed, it's affecting my craft
Life is a test, know that I'll pass
Leaving the nest, I'll be right back
Tough, fuck
I'ma go awol in this shit
I'ma go awol in this bitch
I'ma go awol, awol, awol
I'ma go awol in this shit
I'ma go awol in this bitch
I'ma go awol, awol, awol
Really coming through with that bum shit
Make a nigga stupid when we drop on that dumb shit
These other niggas, they wanna be like this
So they wanna ride on my dick
Get excited when we dropping shit
Music on that hot shit
Streetwear, cop shit, got this, locked bitch
Bringing that swag back, bum check hashtag
I remember times when a nigga getting laughed at
Pull up in the anthem, model boy, I'm handsome
Flow is so random, I switch any time
And I'm feeling divine, and I might not survive
But I do what I do, got a couple loose screws
But I must be in trouble if I'm talking to you
It's a fuck you to the moon and back
We just keep on running laps, December got my stacks
Jack know all that, threw the past in the trash, like Woah
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Writer(s): Jackson Haynes
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