Running away from you can be my downfall
I can't escape these withdrawals
Oh, Who still has control I'll head back home
It's the young black Michael Jackson
African at heart my teachers made the drop the accent I ain't used to have a passion
Until I heard my teacher tell me that I ain't shit
Maybe he was right cuz I ain't staining up the pavement
Man the south is getting hella dirty, I get home at 7:30
Watch out for the FBI the songs I write explain a story they don't wanna hear me say
I ain't worth a dime until I'm balling in the NBA
I ain't king James but I harden when I'm through the gate
Gotta keep a layer of the armor on me anyways
My 12 gauge is on heavy spray I'm paranoid for heaven sake I'm paralyzed I need a break a pair of lies I give or take though oftentimes they do relate
Whats ya purpose
And what's your drive
I ain't sure we watching we ain't, on the same vibe
What we doing
And what's your goal
I can't see my future but, I know I know
Running away from you can be my downfall
I can't escape these withdrawals
Oh, Who still has control I'll head back home
It's the young black Michael Jackson
They call me smooth criminal my death the final action I don't even need a casket
I Rest In Peace alone my brothers never blink to blast it keep your blinker on this right turn gon leave yo windows cracking
Don't let em catch you lacking
Don't be a happy father
Don't be a jolly captain
Don't quit with all that yapping
I'm hungry I been fasting i'm hanged on what you asking
I'm colder by the minute my heart is native Alaskan,
See this more than music, this more than raps this is more than therapeutic
The worst feeling is to realize you had a Judas
Or a Brutus stab you in the back and leave you clueless man i'm sick and tired of choosing
Whats ya purpose
And what's your drive
I ain't sure we watching we ain't, on the same vibe
What we doing
And what's your goal
I can't see my future but, I know I know
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Running away from you can be my downfall
I can't escape these withdrawals
Oh, Who still has control I'll head back home
It's the young black Michael Jackson
African at heart my teachers made the drop the accent I ain't used to have a passion
Until I heard my teacher tell me that I ain't shit
Maybe he was right cuz I ain't staining up the pavement
Man the south is getting hella dirty, I get home at 7:30
Watch out for the FBI the songs I write explain a story they don't wanna hear me say
I ain't worth a dime until I'm balling in the NBA
I ain't king James but I harden when I'm through the gate
Gotta keep a layer of the armor on me anyways
My 12 gauge is on heavy spray I'm paranoid for heaven sake I'm paralyzed I need a break a pair of lies I give or take though oftentimes they do relate
Whats ya purpose
And what's your drive
I ain't sure we watching we ain't, on the same vibe
What we doing
And what's your goal
I can't see my future but, I know I know
Running away from you can be my downfall
I can't escape these withdrawals
Oh, Who still has control I'll head back home
It's the young black Michael Jackson
They call me smooth criminal my death the final action I don't even need a casket
I Rest In Peace alone my brothers never blink to blast it keep your blinker on this right turn gon leave yo windows cracking
Don't let em catch you lacking
Don't be a happy father
Don't be a jolly captain
Don't quit with all that yapping
I'm hungry I been fasting i'm hanged on what you asking
I'm colder by the minute my heart is native Alaskan,
See this more than music, this more than raps this is more than therapeutic
The worst feeling is to realize you had a Judas
Or a Brutus stab you in the back and leave you clueless man i'm sick and tired of choosing
Whats ya purpose
And what's your drive
I ain't sure we watching we ain't, on the same vibe
What we doing
And what's your goal
I can't see my future but, I know I know
I can't escape these withdrawals
Oh, Who still has control I'll head back home
It's the young black Michael Jackson
African at heart my teachers made the drop the accent I ain't used to have a passion
Until I heard my teacher tell me that I ain't shit
Maybe he was right cuz I ain't staining up the pavement
Man the south is getting hella dirty, I get home at 7:30
Watch out for the FBI the songs I write explain a story they don't wanna hear me say
I ain't worth a dime until I'm balling in the NBA
I ain't king James but I harden when I'm through the gate
Gotta keep a layer of the armor on me anyways
My 12 gauge is on heavy spray I'm paranoid for heaven sake I'm paralyzed I need a break a pair of lies I give or take though oftentimes they do relate
Whats ya purpose
And what's your drive
I ain't sure we watching we ain't, on the same vibe
What we doing
And what's your goal
I can't see my future but, I know I know
Running away from you can be my downfall
I can't escape these withdrawals
Oh, Who still has control I'll head back home
It's the young black Michael Jackson
They call me smooth criminal my death the final action I don't even need a casket
I Rest In Peace alone my brothers never blink to blast it keep your blinker on this right turn gon leave yo windows cracking
Don't let em catch you lacking
Don't be a happy father
Don't be a jolly captain
Don't quit with all that yapping
I'm hungry I been fasting i'm hanged on what you asking
I'm colder by the minute my heart is native Alaskan,
See this more than music, this more than raps this is more than therapeutic
The worst feeling is to realize you had a Judas
Or a Brutus stab you in the back and leave you clueless man i'm sick and tired of choosing
Whats ya purpose
And what's your drive
I ain't sure we watching we ain't, on the same vibe
What we doing
And what's your goal
I can't see my future but, I know I know
Writer: DAVID DAR BROWN, DAVID DARNELL BROWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Roba Music Verlag GMBH
Copyright: Lyrics © Roba Music Verlag GMBH