Lyrics Adios - De'Wayne, Chase Atlantic

Adios

Huh
Okay, I went from a home to a floor full of roaches
Sleeping with the devil, tryna get you when you’re focused
Itching for the stars, sick and tired of all that hoping
Getting on my knees, youngin had a dream
Looking in my eyes, nigga, tell me what you see
Don’t look me in my eyes and try to tell me who to be
Like fuck society, huh, I ain’t in a box
I been tryna tell my daddy I’ma get him off the block
Never stop, ayy
Adi-adios, yuh, woah
Adi-adios, uh, yuh
Said adi adios (Woo!)
Adi-adios, I just hit the road, gotta grab my shit and go, let it go (Woo!)
Adi-adios, got them swinging on the ropes, now adi-adios (Yeah, woo!)
Adi-adios, I just hit my plug and he told me it’s a go, let it blow (Yeah)
Adi-adios, adi-adios
Now adi-adios, now adi-adios
Okay, I been staring at these black walls too long
Okay, I think I need some space, uh, bless you if you’ve never seen hard times
Okay, well, I cannot relate, used to smoke to get away, going outta, outta space
Think I need to mediate, got too much up on my plate
I been tryna find the balance in the midst of everything
Used to say I’d never change, used to say a lot of things
God forgive me for the pain, yeah
(Woo!)
Adi-adios, I just hit the road, gotta grab my shit and go, let it go (Woo!)
Adi-adios, got them swinging on the ropes, now adi-adios (Yeah, woo!)
Adi-adios, I just hit my plug and he told me it’s a go, let it blow (Yeah)
Adi-adios, adi-adios
Now adi-adios, now adi-adios
Adi-adios, uh, wow
Adi-adios, uh, yuh
17 years old, I had to leave that shit (Gone)
Had a life at home but I deleted it (Oh)
To be fair, I never really needed it (Yeah)
I just guess I’ve always been a greedy shit (Yeah)
Four years on my own, could you believe this shit?
You can make it happen, kid, believe in it (Yeah, yeah)
I been doing drugs, fucking needle tip (Skrrt)
Girly acting crazy, I don’t need a bitch, woah
All this talk around me like a new religion
I just gained attention, called it tunnel vision (Skrrt)
Climbing up the ladder like I’m on a mission (Yeah, yeah)
'Bout to hit my phone, brr, new prescription, yuh, yuh
I just hit a bands on the road (On the road)
Fucking with the plug, let it go (Let it go)
Yeah, yeah, I been getting money off a show (Aw yeah)
I just guess I’m really on my own
Hey, never had a good life
I been tryna get right, praying to the skies
God told me I’d be alright, jumping off the cliff
Watch I make it flip, rap turned gold
Poppa was a crip, like a rolling stone
Bob Dylan shit, karma know my name
But I still make her bust a split
Quiet guy in the darkest room to the mic is lit
Wayne Jack coming down, bet they gon' remember this