Kaleb Mitchell, Asaiah Ziv - JACK SKELLINGTON lyrics

[Kaleb Mitchell, Asaiah Ziv - JACK SKELLINGTON lyrics]

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

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

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

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
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

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