CYNE - Escape lyrics
[CYNE - Escape lyrics]
Hold up, man gotta be free
Hold up, man gotta be me
Hold up, man gotta stand up
Brush off ‘cause we gon’ break through these
Fuck that hold back now get low
Don’t shit in my su-su-studio
We gon’ rock to the top
Keep it hot to the block
‘Til the people don’t stop ha get go
How you feel about the up ‘til you get down?
Why you sound like a punk bitch? Get grown
Gimme some links with them grit's real quick
Bitch ha ha new day yes sir, get gone
Runaway to the runway, catch sun
Take off to exhaust while I twist one
Turn on to the song while I move through
Damn, can I move you? Yes don't question
New socks, new shirt, dirty dishes
New car, no gas so vicious
Oh my god, oh my god, don’t you listen
No pot to piss in Muslim, Christian
Same shit, new day ain’t nothing changed
New shit, same day can you feel the pain?
Oh my god, oh my god, can you make a change
If I see this shit again
Think I’mma go insane
When will these humans learn?
Empires crash and burn
A house of cards that’s built on
Sand will never ever work
Hush that what’s that? So the truth hurts
Groundwork being laid for the world church
In the guise of love, we gon' give it up
Submit or fall, hear the bomb burst
(Blast, blast) Now we all
Caught in police state
Just walk or run right into
That old redneck grave
The girls, the boys got fire in the hole
School’s out go play
They shooting, so move (And move and move)
S'how we all caught in police state
(walk or run)
You want to escape or pray? (escape, escape)
Put God in the classroom we’re OK
Intelligent design
It’s the year of the boom box turn off radio
Fight for apocalypse, shut down studio
Down studio, down studio, down studio
This is that 808 rap
We spit light, let sky crack
We see it loophole where?
Gotta get that come again what?
Say it’s that 808 rap
We spit light, let sky crack
We see it loophole where?
Gotta get that come again what?
Gotta get that come again what?
Too much too soon, and the ball drops
Not much, have not, and you call cops
Black bars, no sleep with the padlocks
"Let’s get free" - small
Voice in the boondocks
Get right, get wrong who the fuck knows?
Choose a side, pick a lie, and you make foes
Don’t like what you hear
Then you close doors
I’mma na say how I feel ‘til you all know
(Blast, blast) Now we all
Caught in police state
Just walk or run right into
That old redneck grave
The girls, the boys got fire in the hole
School’s out go play they shooting, so move
Hold up, man gotta be me
Hold up, man gotta stand up
Brush off ‘cause we gon’ break through these
Fuck that hold back now get low
Don’t shit in my su-su-studio
We gon’ rock to the top
Keep it hot to the block
‘Til the people don’t stop ha get go
How you feel about the up ‘til you get down?
Why you sound like a punk bitch? Get grown
Gimme some links with them grit's real quick
Bitch ha ha new day yes sir, get gone
Runaway to the runway, catch sun
Take off to exhaust while I twist one
Turn on to the song while I move through
Damn, can I move you? Yes don't question
New socks, new shirt, dirty dishes
New car, no gas so vicious
Oh my god, oh my god, don’t you listen
No pot to piss in Muslim, Christian
Same shit, new day ain’t nothing changed
New shit, same day can you feel the pain?
Oh my god, oh my god, can you make a change
If I see this shit again
Think I’mma go insane
When will these humans learn?
Empires crash and burn
A house of cards that’s built on
Sand will never ever work
Hush that what’s that? So the truth hurts
Groundwork being laid for the world church
In the guise of love, we gon' give it up
Submit or fall, hear the bomb burst
(Blast, blast) Now we all
Caught in police state
Just walk or run right into
That old redneck grave
The girls, the boys got fire in the hole
School’s out go play
They shooting, so move (And move and move)
S'how we all caught in police state
(walk or run)
You want to escape or pray? (escape, escape)
Put God in the classroom we’re OK
Intelligent design
It’s the year of the boom box turn off radio
Fight for apocalypse, shut down studio
Down studio, down studio, down studio
This is that 808 rap
We spit light, let sky crack
We see it loophole where?
Gotta get that come again what?
Say it’s that 808 rap
We spit light, let sky crack
We see it loophole where?
Gotta get that come again what?
Gotta get that come again what?
Too much too soon, and the ball drops
Not much, have not, and you call cops
Black bars, no sleep with the padlocks
"Let’s get free" - small
Voice in the boondocks
Get right, get wrong who the fuck knows?
Choose a side, pick a lie, and you make foes
Don’t like what you hear
Then you close doors
I’mma na say how I feel ‘til you all know
(Blast, blast) Now we all
Caught in police state
Just walk or run right into
That old redneck grave
The girls, the boys got fire in the hole
School’s out go play they shooting, so move