Текст песни RUNAWAY FREESTYLE - Alex PGSV

The music's the only thing keeping the peace when I fall into pieces but you don't show any support
I can't do this anymore
Can't do this shit anymore
You left me dead on the floor
Why go to peace? We at war
Why go to peace? We at war
Do not give fucks anymore
I cannot do this no more
You cannot do this no more

Sippin' on the liquor and smokin' up on my swishers and fuckin' up on these bitches
they hoes
And now I don't know where to go, 'cus I don't have a phone
I sit here alone
Antoine on his throne
Opening a payphone, now I sit here alone
I thought I loved you but i didn't 'cus you don't have a pole
And I thought I went and turned it when I sit on my throne
And now you gonna be jealous when you slit on my throat
All these bitches gon' be jealous when I sit on my throne
And I'm bout to be posting like it's Posty Malone
No jokes, sippin' the four with no ropes
Sippin' on the "fuck with this all" with no juice, no juice
I can't make it on earth, it's no way
Then I caught a feeling, going around, I'm insane
Told you imma leave this town someday
But depression got me feelin' like I cannot stay

Seen 'em motherfuckers
Don't believe 'em motherfuckers
They gon' kick you down and leave you on the floor while your heartbeat bleeds dark red like a funeral procession
They don't even wanna see you in your damn casket, no!
Fillin' up a basket
'Cus goons wanna ride with me
Goons, right beside of me
Goons, how they findin' me?
Goons wanna cry to me
(Goons) Wanna lie to me
Goons cuttin' ties with me

Them Goons!
Them goons, goons, goons, goons, goons, goons, goons
(Help me get rid of these goons, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Them goons, goons, goons, goons, goons, goons, goons
(Help me get rid of these goons, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Them goons, goons, goons, goons, goons, goons, goons
(Help me get rid of these goons, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Sad boy, sad boy
Go and kill your dad boy
Sadder than the pictures that they pull up on the tabloid
Sad boy, sad boy
Go and kill your dad boy
Sadder than the pictures that they pull up on the tabloid

You're a nuisance, tyin' up a noose right
Boutta end it all, might just see you in the new life
See you in a new light, cut the red and blue lights
Don't know what to do at night
Sippin' in the backseat real damn slow
Real damn slow
Real damn slow
You're a nuisance, tying up a noose right
Real damn slow
See you in the-
Real damn slow
New light, cut the red and blue lights