| Yeah, 120
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| What’s the word word word
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| Let’s get it
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| And here’s an ode to the worst of my days
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| I’ve been working away
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| But the sky’s been looking so gray
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| Sometimes I really need to get away, yeah
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| I just need to get away, yeah
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| I just need to get away, yeah
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| Sometimes I really need to fly away
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| I could never forget them gloomy days
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| Although I regret where my time was placed
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| If I could go back, some things would be changed
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| And I would know that, for a fact, it was fame
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| That drew me to this unfamiliar side of my brain
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| That withdrew me from familiar and the closest remains
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| Although I’m gaining ends now, I’m losing friends
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| They say that time is money, and my time is well spent
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| Girlfriend hit me up to chill, but does this shit make sense?
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| And I don’t expect for you to know if you ain’t paying rent
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| I got to make this album, and hold it down for my camp
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| Surrounded us all like bonfire
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| When I lay a verse down that’s more fire, I was born fire, uhh
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| And here’s an ode to the worst of my days
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| I’ve been working away
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| But the sky’s been looking so gray
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| Sometimes I really need to get away, yeah
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| I just need to get away, yeah
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| I just need to get away, yeah
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| Sometimes I really need to fly away
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| Went outside this morning, morning, uh
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| Seen the sky was falling, falling, yeah
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| Old man no longer snoring, snoring, ah
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| The rain just won’t stop pouring, pouring, uh
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| What’s heaven’s capitol like, like, li-like?
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| Maybe I can crash tonight, night, night
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| Cause I’m trapped inside this hell, hell, hole
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| God, please answer your cell, cell, phone
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| I’m coming home tonight, can’t touch no microphone tonight
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| Outside my comfort zone tonight
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| My brain’s blown out my dome tonight
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| Tonight’s the night, don’t you try to put up a fight
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| Don’t you trying looking for light
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| Cause I’m bout to take that flight
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| And here’s an ode to the worst of my days
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| I’ve been working away
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| But the sky’s been looking so gray
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| Sometimes I really need to get away, yeah
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| I just need to get away, yeah
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| I just need to get away, yeah
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| Sometimes I really need to fly away
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| Indigo father, meant to go farther
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| And travel across the water and pocket a million dollars
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| I am the spirit, I am the guava
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| You sippin' out of your coconut beverage in the Bahamas
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| Pardon me mother, pardon me father
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| I’m glad that you split apart it was part of my firestarter
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| Along with niggas, bitches, and ballers
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| And people that look down on me like they so taller
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| I go harder, I grow smarter
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| The flow’s water, like Osama
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| Oughta gropple every dollar, every single piece of change
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| Move into the woods so I’ll never ever change
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| Lose a couple friends but I’ll never ever change
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| I probably miss some money but I never ever change
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| And they can say whatever but I never ever change
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| I feel I understood why the stars went insane
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| Ummmm brain battered from scattering every Saturday
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| Pitter patter with people that really matter
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| And I’mma fuck up regardless cause I’m a kid right?
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| That’s why you can’t spell summer without trouble
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| Stripper with no bubble, threesome with no double
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| Love without hate, life without pain
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| This without that, choice without thought
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| A dog with no day, a Seattle without rain
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| If it rains in Seattle
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| I’ll saddle up and then you can ride with ya nigga
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| Fly with ya nigga, high with ya nigga
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| Vibe with me nigga, say vibe with me nigga
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| Say, if it rains in Seattle
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| I’ll take you 'round the world on a Sunday
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| With me, one day, one day now
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| One day now, one day, one day
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| If it rains in Seattle
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| I’ll saddle up and then you can ride with ya nigga
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| Fly with ya nigga, high with ya nigga
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| Vibe with me nigga, say vibe with me nigga
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| Say, if it rains in Seattle
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| I’ll take you 'round the world on a Sunday
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| With me, one day, one day now
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| One day now, one day, one day |