JACK SKELLINGTON

By KALEB MITCHELL

On NINESEVENTHREE

Released on October 31, 2018

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[Hook: KALEB MITCHELL]

Get away, get away, get away

Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate

It's too much, I need time, I need space

It don't stop, through the nights, through the days

Get away, get away, get away

Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate

It's too much, I need time, I need space

They gon' make me snap

Back to my old ways

Back to my old ways


[Verse 1: Asaiah Ziv]

Swear you think you know me

Yeah, swear that you're my homie

Lost my momma then I lost my shawty

Yeah, so don't ask me

Why I like to party, for

Start a mosh-pit got me throwing bottles

My heart is hollow, I hide it in them bottom nowadays

Lost a couple friends, now I feel we parted ways

How you say you righteous

When your ego made you slay

Wait, but who the one who fake

Always kept it real

Never told a lie, say it to your face

I ain't lose my faith, still believe in God

I'm the chosen one, gotta lot of problems

I ain't tryna run from

I've been, fighting, for my, conscience

Never sober, violent memories, gun in holster


[Hook: KALEB MITCHELL]

Get away, get away, get away

Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate

It's too much, I need time, I need space

It don't stop, through the nights, through the days

Get away, get away, get away

Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate

It's too much, I need time, I need space

They gon' make me snap

Back to my old ways

Back to my old ways


[Verse 2: KALEB MITCHELL]

Patience wearing thinner every day

All these phony people in my face

You think I ain’t hip to all the games

You don’t love me, you just love what I became

All these leeches tryna get attached

I got all these demons on attack

Every day I’m haunted by the past

I ain’t been the same since Martin passed

Yeah

But I been my bag, woah

Yeah I been making these plays, yeah

I ain’t never had no job, no

Skipped on minimum wage, yeah

I just dropped one tape

And I’m already back in the lab going crazy

Ion do nothing fugazi, yeah

Want a sixteen, gotta pay me, yeah

I been back and forth, with myself

I need love, I need help

I been trapped, in my mind

I don’t know nothing else

I suggest, that you leave, while you can

Terrified, of myself

I got blood, on my hands


[Hook: KALEB MITCHELL]

Get away, get away, get away

Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate

It's too much, I need time, I need space

It don't stop, through the nights, through the days

Get away, get away, get away

Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate

It's too much, I need time, I need space

They gon' make me snap

Back to my old ways

Back to my old ways