Who'd you like to get away?
Yeah man!
Okay!
Got the green!
Me!
Malkovich!
I'm ready!
Me!
Come on!
No goodbyes!
I gotta get outta here man!
No explanations!
Who'd you like to get away?
Come on!
You know I've been running for too * long
I'm looking at him like damn can't we all get along?
Bleeding on a song, see the plane that I'm on
You looking at right now,
I'm trying to see beyond
Who'd you like to get away?
Somewhere the sun never sets
5pm,
happy hour,
the day stays as good as it gets
Swim some islands,
drink a whiskey from the highlands
I sit quiet and she understands my silence
Corporal violence! Who'd you like to get away?
I wouldn't like to, I motherfucking love to
But what I'm going through this music * is like a drug
Who keep pulling me back is pulling me in
And every time I think I'm over it it's pulling again
Like...
Who'd you like to get away?
From a feeling you can't pin down,
had it and lost it
Swims around in you, wishing it would drown
Ay yo Malky man!
I gotta get the * outta here!
What you talking about?
This ain't my town no more man!
There's a lot of stress on me man!
I don't think it ever really was
For my own dumb ass,
no surprise how I * it up this time
No one asked,
I've come,
making changes,
I've done about none
Swearing I can outrun the outcome,
I doubt that son That one thing you can't come back from,
it's part of you,
it's a birthmark
Dirk out of surcharge and the learning curve's sharp
You can work hard and still catch an early hearse dog
And it's your god,
I'm rolling with my first thought
Who'd you like to get away?
What if I disappear?
What they gonna think then?
They gonna be like,
yo,
he couldn't handle the ink pen It ain't that,
I can take the music stress
As I'm sick of my * hoes,
do you get the message?
Who'd you like to get away?
People here, then they disappear
Everywhere,
then they're gone,
guess that's how it get,
it's weird
It's love in theory,
if you don't wanna be near me,
* keeping in touch
I clean cut, yeah I'm weary
Wouldn't you like to get away?
I got one left and I gotta go,
it's the simple way of life
Money over a hoe,
I would like to get away if I could
But I can't though,
that's why I'm right here in my motherfucking stanch
Yo,
bout to go Van Gogh,
something gotta give,
no getting away
It's me I got a problem with,
can't look at me the same
And all I feel is shame,
so I'm going somewhere where nobody know my damn name
Yo,
man, it's time to go I'm done,
it's over, I gotta keep it pushing, you know?