Far Away
It's always something
I wanna go far away
Drop-tops, no rainy day
It still won't take the pain away (still won't take the pain away)
And if there's nothing
I'm going all out my way
If it's no way, I'ma make a way (no way, I'ma make a way)
That's just the game we'll play
Yo, yo, yo
Was given little options, planted my soul and then I blossomed (mm)
This the type of process, you ain't gotta sit and watch it (got to)
All the people that I really loved the most, I lost 'em
Cryin' tears throughout the years
That shit can get exhausting (shit hurt)
Niggas, I never snaked tryna get they payback
If you don't wanna be my dog no more, nigga, just say that
Yeah, 'cause we go way back
It was just us in the whip way before all these Maybachs
I don't understand why I wear my heart in my hand
Hold expectations so high
And then crash before I could land, uh (crash landing)
I be like, "Damn, was this all a part of my plan?"
Do I really give a fuck or is it all just a sham?
Had shit figured out, had a plan (had a plan)
Now I'm at war with my man (with my man)
He like to inbox all my bitches
And throw salt on my bread (on my bread)
He ain't nowhere near my level, what level is the garbageman?
No shade, these is just some wise words from a smarter man
No shade, for they one thing, it's another
I know for a fact, I ain't gon' change up on my brother
Always something
I wanna go far away
Drop-tops, no rainy day
It still won't take the pain away
And if there's nothing
I'm going all out my way
If it's no way, I'ma make a way
That's just the game we'll play
Look, I heard I lost my nigga, Prick, then I lost my shit
Had to give Kutter the bad news and my dog was sick
I ain't cry until I came back from tour
And saw the obituary, then the tears started to fall like
"Damn, they done scored on my nigga"
I don't wanna lose no more of my niggas
Rest in peace, Chris James, my dog was the realest
My dog was the illest, stood on all of the business
Fuckin' all of the bitches, I'm giving you your flowers
Your son rapping, I'ma do everything in my power
To help get him in position, get him out the trenches
You've been my brother since we hid the pistols by the fences
In the yard on Gimbel, now I'm killin' instrumentals
Shit I did with a pencil, that got Toya in a Benzo
And my mama don't gotta worry when the rent due
It's safe to say I exceeded my potentials
Sometimes a nigga get depressed from what I've been through
The shit I go through be fuckin' with my mental
I swear, I told my twin Goose
I wanna go far away
Drop-tops, no rainy day
It still won't take the pain away
And if there's nothing
I'm going all out my way
If it's no way, I'ma make a way
That's just the game we'll play (game we'll play)
Losing my father was just like losing my mother
Tryna get through the pain, but we keep losin' each other
No, I won't be the same, still gotta get it together
Got me goin' insane, now it's up for the weather (oh)
Nobody knows how I feel, nobody knows my story
Got it on my own, ain't nobody do it for me
Wishing every night, my father come home in the morning
Always something
I wanna go far away
Drop-tops, no rainy day
It still won't take the pain away
And if there's nothing
I'm going all out my way
If it's no way, I'ma make a way
That's just the game we'll play
I wanna go far away
Drop-tops, no rainy day
It still won't take the pain away (still won't take the pain away)
And if there's nothing
I'm going all out my way
If it's no way, I'ma make a way (no way, I'ma make a way)
That's just the game we'll play
Yo, yo, yo
Was given little options, planted my soul and then I blossomed (mm)
This the type of process, you ain't gotta sit and watch it (got to)
All the people that I really loved the most, I lost 'em
Cryin' tears throughout the years
That shit can get exhausting (shit hurt)
Niggas, I never snaked tryna get they payback
If you don't wanna be my dog no more, nigga, just say that
Yeah, 'cause we go way back
It was just us in the whip way before all these Maybachs
I don't understand why I wear my heart in my hand
Hold expectations so high
And then crash before I could land, uh (crash landing)
I be like, "Damn, was this all a part of my plan?"
Do I really give a fuck or is it all just a sham?
Had shit figured out, had a plan (had a plan)
Now I'm at war with my man (with my man)
He like to inbox all my bitches
And throw salt on my bread (on my bread)
He ain't nowhere near my level, what level is the garbageman?
No shade, these is just some wise words from a smarter man
No shade, for they one thing, it's another
I know for a fact, I ain't gon' change up on my brother
Always something
I wanna go far away
Drop-tops, no rainy day
It still won't take the pain away
And if there's nothing
I'm going all out my way
If it's no way, I'ma make a way
That's just the game we'll play
Look, I heard I lost my nigga, Prick, then I lost my shit
Had to give Kutter the bad news and my dog was sick
I ain't cry until I came back from tour
And saw the obituary, then the tears started to fall like
"Damn, they done scored on my nigga"
I don't wanna lose no more of my niggas
Rest in peace, Chris James, my dog was the realest
My dog was the illest, stood on all of the business
Fuckin' all of the bitches, I'm giving you your flowers
Your son rapping, I'ma do everything in my power
To help get him in position, get him out the trenches
You've been my brother since we hid the pistols by the fences
In the yard on Gimbel, now I'm killin' instrumentals
Shit I did with a pencil, that got Toya in a Benzo
And my mama don't gotta worry when the rent due
It's safe to say I exceeded my potentials
Sometimes a nigga get depressed from what I've been through
The shit I go through be fuckin' with my mental
I swear, I told my twin Goose
I wanna go far away
Drop-tops, no rainy day
It still won't take the pain away
And if there's nothing
I'm going all out my way
If it's no way, I'ma make a way
That's just the game we'll play (game we'll play)
Losing my father was just like losing my mother
Tryna get through the pain, but we keep losin' each other
No, I won't be the same, still gotta get it together
Got me goin' insane, now it's up for the weather (oh)
Nobody knows how I feel, nobody knows my story
Got it on my own, ain't nobody do it for me
Wishing every night, my father come home in the morning
Always something
I wanna go far away
Drop-tops, no rainy day
It still won't take the pain away
And if there's nothing
I'm going all out my way
If it's no way, I'ma make a way
That's just the game we'll play
Credits
Writer(s): Demetrius Rondale Jackson, Demond Price, Eliot Peter Phillip Dubock, Jashaun L Price
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