| How come I could never escape
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| And how come I still feel so afraid
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| And how come I denied my faith
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| And drown out the darkness
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| These thoughts that consume my head
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| Lately I can never seem to escape
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| I’ve been a victim of my thoughts and every single mistake
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| Feel like clarity is a drug and I just need me a taste
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| So I can find a right path, please show me the way
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| Cause I’ve been searchin' way below the surface
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| Feel like I’ve been turned into a whole different person
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| Treating all the ones I love like they’re a burden
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| So when they all pass I know that I’ll feel worthless
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| I’m trying to live a better life
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| And I’ve been working for it every night
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| I tell my self «don't get distracted 'til your bread is right»
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| I’m never spending time with family 'cause they barely understand me
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| If they look into my mind they’ll see what hell is like
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| I’m drowning, liquor that I’m doused in
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| Never helped shit but it’s quicker then some counseling
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| Always by myself, still I feel like I’m surrounded
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| Say my family’s proud but I truly fucking doubt it
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| Like what could they say «Way to go Vin, way to leave us back here,
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| Way to be a completely different person then last year,
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| Only hit us up when you got a reason to brag,
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| Yeah push us out of the way just to guarantee that your path clear»
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| How come I could never escape
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| And how come I still feel so afraid
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| And how come I denied my faith
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| And drown out the darkness
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| These thoughts that consume my head
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| Hey Vin, it’s us again, it’s your family
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| We know your probably working on music or something fancy
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| You made it real clear that we are less important that Grammy’s
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| And we are really glad to see that your life without us is happy
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| You bough a house with some rap money, congrats, bro
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| It really helps with the fact that you are leaving dad broke
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| He’s almost 60 so way to ruin he’s last hope
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| He can’t retire, we are glad that you’re swimming in cash tho
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| And don’t forget that you left your nephew and niece
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| From the moment they were born and like barely able to breathe
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| Hope you’re not too traumatized and it’s not affecting your sleep
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| Well we know it’s not, 'cause when we call you don’t wanna speak
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| Man, you really got to wonder if you truly feel empathy
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| So focused on your future that you threat us like a memory
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| Call us all your family but is more like we’re your enemies
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| And everybody praise you for the person you pretend to be
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| Celebrity boy, you’re so famous
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| Find yourself worth in the money, that’s dangerous
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| That’s why you either get paid or get wasted,
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| You’re runnin' from the truth, no wonder your so anxious
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| You’re not looking well, I mean we are only looking out for your health
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| But you are a selfish motherfucker lookin' out for yourself
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| Trade the love and your family for a mountain of wealth
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| Then write a fucking song about us, so your album could sell
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| Man, what a sick joke, turning on your kinfolk
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| Think we liked you better all those days that you sniffed coke
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| Get it in the open even though you wanted tip-toe
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| As it probably turned you into a motherfuckin' schizo
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| Accept your faith, say you love us but that shit so fake
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| You becomin' everything you hate, you barely show your face
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| And by the time you recognize what truly matters
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| Motherfucker, it’s gonna be too late
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| How come I could never escape
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| And how come I still feel so afraid
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| And how come I denied my faith
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| And drown out the darkness
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| These thoughts that consume my head |