Songtexte Way Out (Freestyle) - JusHarry

Ay, ay
I hear all them hissing kinda like some spray cans
Trying to pan out my view, but I keep it deadpan and
How can I get better when I been on eight cans
Reassure my mother its covered and she's in safe hands
She be stressing out her nut, waiting on her brain scan
We know, we both withheld all our brains can
So I'm about to raise hell, return to basecamp then
Talk to the team we just tryna make bands
So I switched up, changed up, changed, man
Changed plans, now I'm back and I'm a changed man
Trying to make this shit bang, become a made man
Gain fans, upgrade, level up the game plan
I can't loop around the past and bring it back
So I'm in it till I'm until or I just fall flat
I'm sick of telling all of my people to fall back
So I'm in it for the digits, the p's and all that
Facts
Creating these waves so splash the holy water
Disillusioned, I can see the order in all my disorders
Trying to run away with this shit trying to get past the border
Smoke a spliffy to get Dizzee, I'm jus the boy in the corner
I'm just a boy with a plan, just a boy in too deep
Now I post on the gram but they don't really see
They forcing my hand, they won't let me sleep
And they don't understand and they showing defeat
And I'm sitting back while I been battling all these demons
Spliff on my lap, my heads been rattling off the ceiling
Can't keep track of what's been happening
All of these fucking feelings
Hear the note crackling when I've been writing away my thesis
On this shit I was handling only escape when I'm dreaming
Only release was the sack of the potent I was receiving
I've always been open to emotions and they got me seizing
I broke some hearts and got mine broken, yeah it's been bleeding
So I take a break today, I hit the plug and say
I need some haze to blaze, to take that pain away
I'm running out of all these funds for these rainy days
I got some friends they don't get it, they don't play the game
Nah they don't get that I be up all night and stay awake
To make this back and get my worth is what would drain away
All that remaining pain, I need to find a way
I put my soul into these notes for you to take away
And that's pieces of my mind I got people all the time
Running up my fucking line try and read between the lines
I was poisoned by the vine of a feminine devine
But my pain helps me grow and my heart ages like wine
So don't slow that
Cus you know I'm tunnel vision like I'm Kodak
Writing by my table, got the packs right below that
Smoking out the front and leaving roaches on the doormat
I just need a way out and I know that shit
(Ay)