Hop Hobson - Take Me Away lyrics

[Intro: Annie Little] Silver moons and paper dreams Faded maps and shiny things You're my favorite one man show A million different ways to go Will you fly me away? Take me away with you my [Hook] I said I'm comin' back, I'm comin back around And you ain't goin' nowhere, so put your jacket down They might take me away, but guess who's back in town Look how I'm feelin', graduated with no cap and gown [X2] [Verse 1: Reef] So take me away, take me away I don't wanna grow old, I don't want to go astray If I could go back, I wouldn't change sh** I would give them the finger, like f** this Now I packed up my bags, time to hit the road I'm down with the Irish, where's the pot of gold? I guess it's all done, so I throw away the past For the search of the pastures with the greener gra** Now I'm lookin at the bottle like I need another gla** Now I'm lookin at the sky like I need another chance I'm sprintin' for your love, so it's a mad dash And our hearts get together like boom, boom, crash I emerge from the scene, I look back on the rubble I look back on my life then I take like a double Take me to a place where the sun always shine I guess Nas was right and the world is mine [Hook] [Verse 2: Hop] I think I'm crazy, I think I'm f**in losin' it I think I'm like a tickin' time bomb when the fuse is lit Bout to blow up, hide your daughter, hold your crucifix I'm switchin' punch lines that knock you out, it's like a rufilin I'm twice the man you are, you'd swear to god there's two of him Swear to god you're seein' double, blame it on the juice and gin One of a kind, you have never seen a duplicate Just tell him you can take me away, like you use it, like you use it sh**, if I'm a doggy, that makes you a Vick And you can try to curse me, but to that I'm f**in' Youkilis Watch me change sides, that's my elusiveness The rappin' Kenny Powers, record deals, I am lubin' it Excuse my gruesomeness, I'm too explicit to submit Keep my music on the real, now call that sh** a tuna fish In my way, then move it, b**h My middle name is Ludacris This evidence, I've proven it That Hobson isn't new at this Pardon my foolishness, I'm slick like how I rule this sh** You wanna know the truth of it, I'll try to hang, the noose'll fit [Hook] [Verse 3: Hop] Man I think I heard Wayne say he's a cool cat, livin on his 9th life Me, I'm more like one of Vick's dogs, living on my 9th fight The past is easy, man. I'm 20/20 hindsight It's just the future, I feel like some f**ing blind mice Yeah, and I been down this road before My foot's full of open sores from bein' jammed in closin' doors Just to get a little hype man, that's all I'm hopin for But hype don't promise sh**, look at Emeka Okafor And yep, I'm not Drake, man, I'm not tellin you to thank me In fact I'd rather you didn't know who I am, and pull a Banksy Like the anonymous artist, but not the populous target Look, I'm just givin you somethin new, outside the box and the margins So wake up dude, you clock is alarmin' Cause half these ba*tard rappin' soft, I said they got to be Charmin [Hook]