JACK SKELLINGTON

[Hook: KALEB MITCHELL]
Get away, get away, get away
Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate
It's too much, I need time, I need space
It don't stop, through the nights, through the days
Get away, get away, get away
Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate
It's too much, I need time, I need space
They gon' make me snap
Back to my old ways
Back to my old ways

[Verse 1: Asaiah Ziv]
Swear you think you know me
Yeah, swear that you're my homie
Lost my momma then I lost my shawty
Yeah, so don't ask me
Why I like to party, for
Start a mosh-pit got me throwing bottles
My heart is hollow, I hide it in them bottom nowadays
Lost a couple friends, now I feel we parted ways
How you say you righteous
When your ego made you slay
Wait, but who the one who fake
Always kept it real
Never told a lie, say it to your face
I ain't lose my faith, still believe in God
I'm the chosen one, gotta lot of problems
I ain't tryna run from
I've been, fighting, for my, conscience
Never sober, violent memories, gun in holster

[Hook: KALEB MITCHELL]
Get away, get away, get away
Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate
It's too much, I need time, I need space
It don't stop, through the nights, through the days
Get away, get away, get away
Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate
It's too much, I need time, I need space
They gon' make me snap
Back to my old ways
Back to my old ways

[Verse 2: KALEB MITCHELL]
Patience wearing thinner every day
All these phony people in my face
You think I ain’t hip to all the games
You don’t love me, you just love what I became
All these leeches tryna get attached
I got all these demons on attack
Every day I’m haunted by the past
I ain’t been the same since Martin passed
Yeah
But I been my bag, woah
Yeah I been making these plays, yeah
I ain’t never had no job, no
Skipped on minimum wage, yeah
I just dropped one tape
And I’m already back in the lab going crazy
Ion do nothing fugazi, yeah
Want a sixteen, gotta pay me, yeah
I been back and forth, with myself
I need love, I need help
I been trapped, in my mind
I don’t know nothing else
I suggest, that you leave, while you can
Terrified, of myself
I got blood, on my hands

[Hook: KALEB MITCHELL]
Get away, get away, get away
Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate
It's too much, I need time, I need space
It don't stop, through the nights, through the days
Get away, get away, get away
Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate
It's too much, I need time, I need space
They gon' make me snap
Back to my old ways
Back to my old ways