Lyrics

[Intro]
I'm tryna go away, go away, go away, go away, go away
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I can tell you guys a story 'bout my life
At times I never thought my life would turn to light
Thinkin' if the shit I did was right
And now my mind is putting up a fuckin' fight
I feel guilty all the mothafuckin' time
Even though all of this fuckin' shit I got is mine
Guess that's what I asked for
Don't feel I'm deserving of these stamps on my passport
Swear this life shit is a bitch, uh
[Verse 2]
Told you twenty times, you don't listen
I don't give a fuck about your feelings
Every time I do, I run into the mothafuckin' ceiling
Tryna please you when I give you all the shit you fuckin' wishin'
Tell me what the fuck you wishin', bitch
I don't leave my motherfuckin' crib, bitch
**** probably think I don't even exist
What happens if one day my car flips?
I don't want you **** near my mothafuckin' casket
[Chorus]
Told you my intentions, you was frantic
This is just exactly how I mothafuckin' planned it
You can't handle the truth, but you tell me to be honest, go figure
She wants all of my time, I don't got no time to give her
I don't got no fuckin' time, bitch
I just gotta stick to my script
If she wanna change my ways, don't got time for no bitch
I don't speak but when I do my words are candid
I don't show my fuckin' moves, and **** can't stand it
Ay, uh
[Verse 3]
I don't got no plans, might just slide up to Japan
And just do it 'cause I can, uh
Lately I've been feelin' like the world is in my hands
I'll probably call your phone to let you know soon as I land
That's just where I stand
I can see the look inside your eyes
You done fucked up yo whole fuckin' mind
Don't hurt yourself tryin', you **** not really my mothafuckin' kind
And that's fine, I'm just tryna be remembered when I die, bitch
[Chorus]
Told you my intentions, you was frantic
This is just exactly how I mothafuckin' planned it
You can't handle the truth, but you tell me to be honest, go figure
She wants all of my time, I don't got no time to give her
I don't got no fuckin' time, bitch
I just gotta stick to my script
If she wanna change my ways, don't got time for no bitch
I don't speak but when I do my words are candid
I don't show my fuckin' moves, and **** can't stand it
Written by: Carl Andersson, Shermar Paul
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