Far Away
I'm running far away
From all of this pain
Too much on my brain
I'm running far away
From all of this pain
Too much on my brain
Ain't got no room to think
I'm sippin' on this drink
You pop up on my brain oh nah
Now I'm losing focus
Always feeling hopeless
But I don't show it
So you would never know
Tyrina keep goin' I won't ever stop
But I'm done holding on
So imma let go
smoke another O
Tell that bitch to go, go, go
Tell that bitch to go
Tell that bitch to go
Yeah I tell that bitch to go
We is fucking done
I don't wanna see you around
I don't really need you around
cuz I'm doing me right now
I'm tryina get cheese right now
I'm tryina get money, uh yeaa
I can't understand why this bitch is trippin'
I been tryina do my but and she dismisses
Everything I fucking do, like it's some bullshit
I cannot fuck with you no more baby can't do this
no, no, no, no, no
I'm running far away
From all of this pain
Too much on my brain
Ain't got no room to think
I'm sippin' on this drink
You pop up on my brain oh nah
No this ain't nothin' new
Nah I been doing this for a minute
Yeah, I can't get away
I want her to fucking quit it
But she don't wanna stop, she sayin' she done
haha bitch that's no surprise, I've seen this before
Yeah we going round in circles, I need a divorce
From all of this pain
Too much on my brain
I'm running far away
From all of this pain
Too much on my brain
Ain't got no room to think
I'm sippin' on this drink
You pop up on my brain oh nah
Now I'm losing focus
Always feeling hopeless
But I don't show it
So you would never know
Tyrina keep goin' I won't ever stop
But I'm done holding on
So imma let go
smoke another O
Tell that bitch to go, go, go
Tell that bitch to go
Tell that bitch to go
Yeah I tell that bitch to go
We is fucking done
I don't wanna see you around
I don't really need you around
cuz I'm doing me right now
I'm tryina get cheese right now
I'm tryina get money, uh yeaa
I can't understand why this bitch is trippin'
I been tryina do my but and she dismisses
Everything I fucking do, like it's some bullshit
I cannot fuck with you no more baby can't do this
no, no, no, no, no
I'm running far away
From all of this pain
Too much on my brain
Ain't got no room to think
I'm sippin' on this drink
You pop up on my brain oh nah
No this ain't nothin' new
Nah I been doing this for a minute
Yeah, I can't get away
I want her to fucking quit it
But she don't wanna stop, she sayin' she done
haha bitch that's no surprise, I've seen this before
Yeah we going round in circles, I need a divorce
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Writer(s): Weston Wendt
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