Hey, Hey

Sometimes I wanna go

Far away from here

Far away from here

Far away from this

Sometimes I wanna be

Far away from here

Far away from here

Light years away from this

Light years away from that

Light years away from this

Light years away from that

Bliss in the abyss

I'm tired of the trap

Been tryna dial it back

100 miles on the map - I'm out

Rap is like a pile of crap

H-O wit the stile attached

Get popped in the mouth

Man, you could have that shit

I'm Smokin on good wit a bad ass chick

Floorin a Delorian til the story end

Passin it like I'm compassionate

Fuck them hoes

Bitch, fuck that weave

We know Lust and greed

Run this whole

Fucking thing

Same ol drugs

Same ol clubs

Same ol thugs

Fuckin these same ol sluuuts

Heated like Flaming hot Cheetos

I'm all in the ethos

Sick of these lil nickel bag ass rappin mufukkas steady talkin bout kilos

Like dust on Doritos

Fuck them flavored blunts

Fall down, takes notes from D.Rose

My nigga, get get back up

Get back on, get back right

Hustlin mornin noon and night

Triple shift, triple shots

I'm just tryna catch a flight

Up outta here

Sometimes I wanna go

Far away from here

Far away from here

Far away from this

Sometimes I wanna be

Far away from here

Far away from here

Light years away from this

Light years away from that

Light years away from this

Light years away from that

Bliss

I talk to the people

Often the feeble

I fought to be equal

I'm far too cerebral

The righteous all topple

Cause an upheaval

My life is a novel

I'm lost in the preview

Readin the prologue

And needin to know God

Roll wit my them people wit no heart

Shit could get crucial, and me

I'm like Coldhard

Different parts and I ain't walkin on no yard

What do you think that I'm doin this fo

Dippin wit Griffen, that's two in a row

Whatever I did, I can't do it no mo

If I don't escape, it might ruin my flow

Fuck what I did

I just want her as my wife

I just want love for my kids

Book me a flight, do it tonight

Off to Bahamas we touchin the

Pray for better days

So stuck in my ways

Life is like a maze

Joy & pain for days

Ain't no escapin this world of the atheist

Doin a split now she hot on some rapey shit

Off wit them yoga pants, we make a day of it

Smokin that loud in Bahamas my way of it

Whoah, whoah

As my monopoly grow, grow

I jus get houses and dough, doe

Community say, Go to jail

I took me a chance and I go Go

Sometimes I wanna go

Far away from here

Far away from here

Far away from this

Sometimes I wanna be

Far away from here

Far away from here

Light years away from this

Light years away from that

Light years away from this

Light years away from that

Bliss

Sometimes I wanna go

Sometimes I wanna be

Far away from here

Far away from here

Far away from this

Light years away from this

Light years away from that

Light years away from this

Light years away from that

Bliss