Cyne - Escape lyrics

[Hook 1: Cise Star] (x2) Hold up, man. Gotta be free Hold up, man. Gotta be me Hold up, man. Gotta stand up Brush off ‘cause we gon' break through these f** that. Hold back. Now get low Don't sh** in my su-su-studio We gon' rock to the top, keep it hot to the block ‘Til the people don't stop. Ha. Get. Go [Verse 1: Cise Star] How you feel about the up ‘til you get down? Why you sound like a punk b**h? Get grown Gimme some links with them grits real quick, b**h Ha ha. New day—yes sir, get gone Runaway to the runway, catch sun Take off to exhaust while I twist one Turn on to the song while I move through Damn, can I move you? Yes don't question New socks, new shirt, dirty dishes New car, no gas—so vicious Oh my god, oh my god, don't you listen No pot to piss in—m**m, Christian Same sh**, new day—ain't nothing changed New sh**, same day—can you feel the pain? Oh my god, oh my god, can you make a change If I see this sh** again, think I'mma go insane [Bridge: Cise Star] When will these humans learn? Empires crash and burn A house of cards that's built on sand will never ever work [Verse 2: Cise Star] [Cise Star] Hush that. What's that? So the truth hurts Groundwork being laid for the world church In the guise of love, we gon' give it up Submit or fall, hear the bomb burst [Hook 2: Akin] (Blast, blast) Now we all caught in police state Just walk or run right into that old redneck grave The girls, the boys got fire in the hole School's out. Go play They shooting, so move (And move. And move) S'how we all caught in police state (walk or run) You want to escape or pray? (escape, escape) Put God in the cla**room—we're OK Intelligent design [Verse 3: Cise Star and Akin] [Cise Star] It's the year of the boom box—turn off radio Fight for apocalypse, shut down studio Down studio, down studio, down studio [Akin] This is that 808 rap We spit light, let sky crack We see it. Loophole where? Gotta get that. Come again—what? Say it's that 808 rap We spit light, let sky crack We see it. Loophole where? Gotta get that. Come again—what? Gotta get that. Come again—what? [Cise Star] Too much too soon, and the ball drops Not much, have not, and you call cops Black bars, no sleep with the padlocks "Let's get free." - small voice in the boondocks Get right, get wrong—who the f** knows? Choose a side, pick a lie, and you make foes Don't like what you hear, then you close doors I'mma na say how I feel ‘til you all know [Hook 2: Akin] (Blast, blast) Now we all caught in police state Just walk or run right into that old redneck grave The girls, the boys got fire in the hole School's out. Go play They shooting, so move