[Intro: Morocco Brown]
I've been running away from my thoughts
See them chasing me
[Verse 1: Morocco Brown]
Running away from my thoughts
Light up this blunt let me take this plane
Running around all these blocks
Spend all my time trying to chase this paper
f** it my future is brighter than any f**s fired
I try for to sit on you all
f** it my Luther is silent, the activist in me making sure I don't fall
Hope I don't burn in this city, I've learned from this city
It weren't for this city, robbery posted up servin' them nickies
Mooky and [?] do work with the fifty
Power this black house to purge in my city
Urging my city for change in a purse
Here are my thoughts, in a Range or a hearse
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Aim for the gang get the wrench for the girl
Chasing the bank with a tank full of verbs
Young black man with a thing for the herb
Spit it so clean with a brain full of [?]
Ain't y'all know that I spit it exactly
So y'all know that I came for the world
Seventeen in the booth with my demons
Ebony with the boots on my seat man
Can't wait to see the truths of my preaching
Cause I can't delude all my teachings
Bought this cape and boots with my visa
So I can save the dudes on my features
And I can say and do what I please
Cause I paid the dues on my lease up
[Hook] x2
I've been running away from my thoughts
See them chasing me, oh
I've been running away from my thoughts
These streets is vacant, bae
[Verse 2: Morocco Brown]
Running around with this noose on my neck
With the booth in my head and the town on my back
Track after track smokin' pack after pack
In a foreign black Jag got the racks in my lap
Traffic is bad but the pack and [?] got my a** in the lab
Pa**ion a green til the gets us mad, pa**ionate rocks on the surface I crash
But these looks is deceiving, artists oughta be preaching now
What the f** was you thinking? New forgot and it deep in now
Daddy told me don't sell your soul for some f**ing gold
That's some tweak sh**, wow
One the nine my pops turned around
And they gunned him down for some G sh**, wow
Hoping I'm saving my city, hooray for my city, I pray for my city
Mayor [?] the case don't get lifted
Bullsh** don't phase me I pray for ascension
Ruthless creations but waving my city
So [?] face don't look empty
Guns don't go poppin' those tensions go swiftly
Grabbin' my nation my patience go with it
[Hook] x2
[Verse 3: Taylor Bennett]
Walk on the beach, hold my hand
Tossed in the world, don't get lost in the sand
PC dust got her hooked and lookin' for a helping hand
Turn to movies and [?] man and a plan
Gotta run, gotta fly, gotta soar, gotta dive
Sore from the pain but you goin', am I right?
Coulda been a cheerleader but that isn't your type
Confused blowing [?] paper ‘stead of moonlight
Blue moon sittin' on a coaster
Miss girl culture claustrophobic
Only hang with white girls but her black friends don't know it
Don't ever use a glove, 23 like Michael so sorry Mrs. Jackson
But I am for real
I got a flight to catch I gotta show to k**
And then float the roof
The crowd crazy aight
[Hook] x2