escape.

You were my escape, I made all these tapes Recorded all these songs, now I hate those songs I was doing bad, now I'm doing great I don't feel rejected, but I don't feel accepted Sometimes I run away to the thoughts in my head So when I get a headache, baby, I need head And if the bread break, at least it's not my heart I know I'm thinking dark, but you had me from the start You were my escape, I made all these tapes Recorded all these songs, now I hate those songs We was in the crib, we was doing good And now don't get along, we was doing good And now I hate those songs There's no love no more, that ain't safe no more Pull up on you, say no more, what you going for In the cut like Neosporin, spend a week in Singapore and My swag clearly poison, you annoying as she boarding I leave tags on the floor, Prada rags on the door I need top, I need cash, and I need more in the urus, do a dash, let's explore Let's explore let's explore You can see a sun, Prada tees, and the fleet is foreign Yeah, we want the house on the hill like Lauren Still got the polo, Ralph Lauren In the cut, in the cut, just like Neosporin You were my escape, I made all these tapes Recorded all these songs, now I hate those songs I was doing bad, now I'm doing great I don't feel rejected, but I don't feel accepted Sometimes I run away, to the thoughts in my head So when I get a headache, baby I need head And if the bread break, at least it's not my heart I know I'm thinking dark, but you had me from the start You were my escape, I made all these tapes Recorded all these songs, now I hate those songs