paroles de chanson Go Away (feat. Caboose Winston) - K Folks

Tell me when you think the moon is in place
Tell me when you think the timing is right
Synchronicity is never the case
It feels like my life is never in line
Shooting for the stars with a heart full of caution
Hit a space bar I'm the type for concoctions
Never been an artist I'm more of a martian
Mentally mortality was whack so I lost it
I'm back back in action
Jet pack for blastin
Wrapped rap in plastic
No facts I'm lackin
No hats for cappin
No hits I'm slappin sorry I'm out of time for chattin
I gotta have space so I can just flow
You see how I'm sounding
At the moment I feel like there's nowhere to go
Intentional grounding
So tell me when you think the moon is in place
Tell me when you think the timing is right
Everyone of us needs an escape
Meanwhile I know that you know that you know that you

Lonely lonely
Take a trip and watch it float away
Go away
Take a trip I know you lonely
Don't stay
And somebody knows you know the pain
Won't go away

C'mon guys
You need a Kit Kat kinda snap
Not a Snapchat kinda snap
More like the Tony Stark kinda snap
Lately you been looking like you don't know where you at
I assume it be the stacks that bring you back
Stacks of debt, racks of shit
Fat packs of accidents ya half assed activist
This shit ain't worth shit nigga
We too perfect
Approach life like calligraphy
That ain't just cursive
I know that you can rap but you ain't rapping with no wordsmiths
Life vicarious but then you gotta be immersive
You been too submersive take it this suggestion
The kind of good diversion
Reflect evaluate
Cause a problem solve a problem soon
Or life will pick ya purpose
You living over there we over here
Not clear Everclear
The beach is gorgeous but its honey up in there
Wasp take ya spot watch squads in the air
Job is gettin robbed so I'm robbing a bear
Hob to a goblin
Easy on the eyes that's why I'm a problem
X on the left side chest
Guess treasure what's inside

He got his feet up on the ottoman
Ashes on the sleeves of his cartigan
He's speaking to the bottle cause it's hard for him to swallow that shit
Pride on the side of the path to prevail
And he knows he gotta follow that shit
But he's stuck on the hood of his Honda
Envisions himself as a monster
Mispronouncing every place that he wanders
He feels like the city of Staunton

Lonely lonely
Take a trip and watch it float away
Go away
Take a trip I know you lonely
Don't stay
And somebody knows you know the pain
Won't go away