Man I call this shit the sweet escape
I've packed my bags and I'm probably gon leave today
If I didn't hit you up I apologize
But I have a couple things left that I need to say
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
I've packed my bags and I'm probably gon leave today
If I didn't hit you up I apologize
But I have a couple things left that I need to say
I scribble garbage on a canvas with a pen and then I say it's art
Masquerading as a thoughtless little patriarch
Fraudulent is my demeanour so I play the part
And these bitches won't stop yapping like they're made to bark
I'm ahead of my time
We are days apart
Black and white is your life
But i'm the greyer part
And now I fiend to hit a bowl just to ease up
Hearts racing thinking I won't ever top sweetness
But I got the type of metaphors to make you scream Jesus
[01:15.18]So don't ever wonder if this rap shit is sheer luck [01:17.58]
Cuz it's rather pure skill
Women at my doorsill
Along with other critics who demand they need some more chill songs
I'm dealing with a different type of ordeal
Rich with what I have to offer you but I am poor still
Oh Lord I beg forgiveness cuz that line was pretty negligent
Blinkers near my eyes I'm ignoring all of my blessings and
I'm knocking at the door of opportunity so let me in
Escape into my own head
The one place I'm senseless in
I used to rap to teach uncultured men some lessons then
And now i'm rapping as a hobby or to get some trim
I've lost my way so I might scuttle off into the night
You were right
Cautiously I step off when the time is right
Running out of rhymes and ain't a line in sight
Now you must excuse me as I get lost
But really I'm just finding life
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
I've packed my bags and I'm probably gon leave today
If I didn't hit you up I apologize
But I have a couple things left that I need to say
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
I've packed my bags and I'm probably gon leave today
If I didn't hit you up I apologize
But I have a couple things left that I need to say
Sorry for the times that I didn't hit you up
Cuz I was on my way
To my sweet escape
Sorry not sorry when I couldn't stay
Cuz I was on my way
I was in the train
Probably running through the mountains
Running through the seas
I was on my way
I was in the train
Sweet escape sweet escape
But not today
All the things that I need to say
I'm going
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
Sweet escape
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
Sweet escape
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
Ansar. - Sweet Escape Lyrics
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Man I call this shit the sweet escape
I've packed my bags and I'm probably gon leave today
If I didn't hit you up I apologize
But I have a couple things left that I need to say
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
I've packed my bags and I'm probably gon leave today
If I didn't hit you up I apologize
But I have a couple things left that I need to say
I scribble garbage on a canvas with a pen and then I say it's art
Masquerading as a thoughtless little patriarch
Fraudulent is my demeanour so I play the part
And these bitches won't stop yapping like they're made to bark
I'm ahead of my time
We are days apart
Black and white is your life
But i'm the greyer part
And now I fiend to hit a bowl just to ease up
Hearts racing thinking I won't ever top sweetness
But I got the type of metaphors to make you scream Jesus
[01:15.18]So don't ever wonder if this rap shit is sheer luck [01:17.58]
Cuz it's rather pure skill
Women at my doorsill
Along with other critics who demand they need some more chill songs
I'm dealing with a different type of ordeal
Rich with what I have to offer you but I am poor still
Oh Lord I beg forgiveness cuz that line was pretty negligent
Blinkers near my eyes I'm ignoring all of my blessings and
I'm knocking at the door of opportunity so let me in
Escape into my own head
The one place I'm senseless in
I used to rap to teach uncultured men some lessons then
And now i'm rapping as a hobby or to get some trim
I've lost my way so I might scuttle off into the night
You were right
Cautiously I step off when the time is right
Running out of rhymes and ain't a line in sight
Now you must excuse me as I get lost
But really I'm just finding life
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
I've packed my bags and I'm probably gon leave today
If I didn't hit you up I apologize
But I have a couple things left that I need to say
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
I've packed my bags and I'm probably gon leave today
If I didn't hit you up I apologize
But I have a couple things left that I need to say
Sorry for the times that I didn't hit you up
Cuz I was on my way
To my sweet escape
Sorry not sorry when I couldn't stay
Cuz I was on my way
I was in the train
Probably running through the mountains
Running through the seas
I was on my way
I was in the train
Sweet escape sweet escape
But not today
All the things that I need to say
I'm going
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
Sweet escape
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
Sweet escape
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
I've packed my bags and I'm probably gon leave today
If I didn't hit you up I apologize
But I have a couple things left that I need to say
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
I've packed my bags and I'm probably gon leave today
If I didn't hit you up I apologize
But I have a couple things left that I need to say
I scribble garbage on a canvas with a pen and then I say it's art
Masquerading as a thoughtless little patriarch
Fraudulent is my demeanour so I play the part
And these bitches won't stop yapping like they're made to bark
I'm ahead of my time
We are days apart
Black and white is your life
But i'm the greyer part
And now I fiend to hit a bowl just to ease up
Hearts racing thinking I won't ever top sweetness
But I got the type of metaphors to make you scream Jesus
[01:15.18]So don't ever wonder if this rap shit is sheer luck [01:17.58]
Cuz it's rather pure skill
Women at my doorsill
Along with other critics who demand they need some more chill songs
I'm dealing with a different type of ordeal
Rich with what I have to offer you but I am poor still
Oh Lord I beg forgiveness cuz that line was pretty negligent
Blinkers near my eyes I'm ignoring all of my blessings and
I'm knocking at the door of opportunity so let me in
Escape into my own head
The one place I'm senseless in
I used to rap to teach uncultured men some lessons then
And now i'm rapping as a hobby or to get some trim
I've lost my way so I might scuttle off into the night
You were right
Cautiously I step off when the time is right
Running out of rhymes and ain't a line in sight
Now you must excuse me as I get lost
But really I'm just finding life
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
I've packed my bags and I'm probably gon leave today
If I didn't hit you up I apologize
But I have a couple things left that I need to say
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
I've packed my bags and I'm probably gon leave today
If I didn't hit you up I apologize
But I have a couple things left that I need to say
Sorry for the times that I didn't hit you up
Cuz I was on my way
To my sweet escape
Sorry not sorry when I couldn't stay
Cuz I was on my way
I was in the train
Probably running through the mountains
Running through the seas
I was on my way
I was in the train
Sweet escape sweet escape
But not today
All the things that I need to say
I'm going
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
Sweet escape
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
Sweet escape
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
Man I call this shit the sweet escape
Writer: Ansar A, Vipasha Malhotra
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid