Pack My Bags and Leave

MSM on Production
Its Back the Ripper
And like right now I'm feeling a bit
I don't even know like
I just want to get away
I just want to get away
Just for a little bit
I just need sometime away
But its a lot my passport ran out *laughs*

1st Verse
Certain times I don't want to talk to no one
Leave me alone im rolling on my lonesome
When I'm stressed out I bring the s out and roll some
Your highness stays high fly and righteous
Every time I touch the mic its a different feeling
I ain't like them I spit with meaning
I'm trying to fight my demons
At the same time cry for freedom
I never been one to hide my feelings
I write till the pen is bleeding
Screaming allow it, round here
We don't respect cowards
We respect money and power
No 9 to 5 so we move at least ounce
Every hour and we ain't even caking off this shit
Just trying to survive in this shitty city
Blood We are all born to die
Parents mourn and cry asking the lord why
I just check my rasta connect for the thai because

Chorus
I always take time to admire the stars
Analyze life and get away from my spas
A little time to breathe it is a little time for me
If I was invited to heaven I'd pack my bags and leave

2nd Verse
Certain times I don't want to answer my phone
Whatever question you wanna ask leave it after the tone
My numbers always get hotted
My phone is always popping
Believe I just want to pack my bags and leave
With a couple bags of weed
A few books thats me I'll be back in a bit
Don't harass me little shit ringing my line asking to clash me
How am mean't to be happy in this world full of depression
Can't even walk in a room full of goons without feeling
Tension and smelling death in the air cuz its real talk
Ask most of the youngers if they want to die
They'll reply I don't care I swear there's no fear
In people round here staring with hard faces
I pray for a better day but I doubt its coming so fuck it
I need to get away