Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go Away, artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song The Tonite Show with Trae tha Truth & The Worlds Freshest, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Fresh In The Flesh
Song language: English
Go Away |
Sitting, fighting this pressure in the state of exhaust |
How many times I talked to God, speaking on those that I lost |
A couple brother, couple sisters then a bunch of my homies |
That’s why I move up out my lonely, hoping God’ll come show me |
A new direction cause I feel like I’m losing faith by the minute |
Tryna hide away from reality in something that’s tinted |
I conversate most of the time across the mind of a seal |
Same niggas that showed me love, you might just find em in hell |
I hate to see us, or to blame em on everything they been through |
In a different circumstance a better life, they might just been you |
Tryna provide, missing homicide by minutes |
Or they tryna get stripes from a basic Sargent to lieutenant |
I do this here for my nigga Dawg, my nigga Clip |
Ain’t too many others that are sold, that’s why I trip |
I trip out, but try to keep my cool knowing pain is here |
Wanted the sun, but since I missed this shit the rain is here |
Abnormal heart, diagnosed at birth |
All my niggas got em whole family cursed |
T-shirt with their nan just ain’t the same |
Shoulda have em attack out all the stress and strain |
Fuck this fame and this change |
Fuck this chain and this Range |
With all my real ones gone I can’t sleep the same |
I wish this fuckin rain' would go away |
Lost is what I feel, looking at where I’m headed |
Talked to God begging for help so much I feel like I’m out of credit |
He don’t know me and I understand, I just need a helping hand |
Talked to my grandfather day later, now we on the sand |
The homie calls mama’s stress |
And even though he gone, he still around so yeah we blessed |
It’s a cold world |
They say it get better but I just save the drama tired |
From all the pain the I acquired, left the Devil fired |
I swear it’s life to end the days |
Of tryna make it out but I can’t get up out this maze |
It’s me against the world and I can’t get up out this phaze |
Niggas jumping fly like they can’t get up out them J’s |
I’m on my defence |
May my sons forgive me, I don’t wanna be no failure |
But being real throughout the pain, it hurt like hell I tell ya |
It’s hard to see when you’re surrounded by the dark |
It’s that type of shit that take ya air support |
For real mayne |