| That’s it man, they got me
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| Caught up in a damned traffic jam
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| Block me
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| Everything except my passion is spent
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| I got no baggage
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| Ain’t dragging no maps, no plans, follow?
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| How did I end up here, really?
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| Just trying to keep my head up
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| Damn I’m weary
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| So is it all a setup then
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| Is it?
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| This ain’t living
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| Wishing the man upstairs would listen
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| I got to get away type quick see a better day and celebrate all life is now
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| The world is spinning
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| This life is mine
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| As I’m burning bridges they light the skies it’s time to follow my heart,
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| use to follow the bottle now me and God go mano a mano, I got to go before my
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| soul is hollow, I got to follow my dreams
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| Every artery screaming:
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| I got to be free
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| They said I need to think
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| Didn’t have no thoughts
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| Said I need a shrink
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| Cus my balance is off
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| They said my ship’s gonna sink
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| Cus my cash’s all gone
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| That’s when I feel like a drink but every glass' too short so there I go
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| Get on a plane or a train and everything I ever feared imma face it today and
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| that’s for sure
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| So if they mention my name
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| Thinking I’m dead or insane, tell them that Red’s okay
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| He had to go
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| So come sunshine or come rain
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| Imma jump on a plane or a train
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| Cus I feel my fire fading away
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| I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stay
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| So come sunshine or come rain
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| Imma jump on a plane or a train
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| Cus I feel my fire fading away
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| Oh no, I got to get away
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| Away, away, away, away, away, away, away
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| Got to get away
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| My feet greet sand, snow
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| Gravel and asphalt
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| You mad wrong thinking
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| That I’m singing a sad song
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| I’m on track
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| Rap’s in my backbone
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| I backpack back to back
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| Travel the map mode
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| The fast lane, fast life
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| More like a bad joke
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| We’re past last call
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| Only dust on the dance floor
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| I’m chilling to hell with living in fast forward so if they knock on my door
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| Just tell them the man’s gone
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| So ain’t that the truth I’m out the backdoor before I act a fool
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| Today’s my first day and last too
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| Escape the bad fumes
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| And dodge my pasts gloom
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| Stay on the move I only stop to pray
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| Cus I know they got the yay a block away
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| But every time I get a chance to rock the stage
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| I feel free, it’s like I already got away
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| I’m on my way
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| So come sunshine or come rain
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| Imma jump on a plane or a train
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| Cus I feel my fire fading away
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| I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stay
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| So come sunshine or come rain
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| Imma jump on a plane or a train
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| Cus I feel my fire fading away
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| Oh no, I got to get away
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| Away, away, away away, away, away, away
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| Got to get away |