Runaway

All these thoughts in my head I can't clear em All these voices around me I can't hear em All these demons around me I can't fear em I'm just watching the man in the mirror Inoculate pain with a serum With more money, your problems get bigger And I always feel bad when I'm near her Love and hate, sometimes they don't differ All these thoughts turn me to a runaway Sad and happy, I was mad just the other day Lost my mind, tell me put the gun away If he try, I swear I won't hesitate Feel asleep broad day when I'm wide awake In a room, I feel like I can't escape I be stuck in my head, let me meditate All these thoughts turn me to a runaway Walk how you talk when I pull up, I'm stepping Took me some losses but turned them to lessons These people be watching they hate on my blessings It's a shame when you up, and these people wanna reckon I just wanna stack up this money like Tetris I might just beat down her walls like it's tekken I need to sit down, relax for a second I pray to God everyday for a message I might just pull up in new fucking Benz I might just pull up with two sets of twins I might just pull up and he meet his end I might just pull up with diamonds that dance I do not care about these niggas they fans The Glock on my hip and it's hot make him tan I got two pistols with me Dirty Dan I be too fly like my name Peter Pan I see the money, go get it I don't do none of those comments and mentions I don't like sneaking and I don't like dissing If you got something to say then let's get it I pray to God everyday for repentance I know I'm out here, I know I be sinning I just be tryna go out and live different If it's too hot for you, get out the kitchen (Get out the kitchen) With more money, your problems get bigger I'm that man Babygirl not that nigga Left hand Bible, right hand on the pistol If he run up, I swear I'm gonna get him With more money, your problems get bigger I'm that man Babygirl not that nigga Runaway from the man in the mirror If you knew him you probably would fear him All these thoughts in my head I can't clear em All these voices around me I can't hear em All these demons around me I can't fear em I'm just watching the man in the mirror Inoculate pain with a serum With more money, your problems get bigger And I always feel bad when I'm near her Love and hate, sometimes they don't differ All these thoughts turn me to a runaway Sad and happy, I was mad just the other day Lost my mind, tell me put the gun away If he try, I swear I won't hesitate Feel asleep broad day when I'm wide awake In a room, I feel like I can't escape I be stuck in my head, let me meditate All these thoughts turn me to a runaway With more money, your problems get bigger I'm that man Babygirl not that nigga Left hand Bible, right hand on my pistol If he run up, I swear I'm gonna get him With more money, your problems get bigger I'm that man Babygirl not that nigga Runaway from the man in the mirror If you knew him you probably would fear him