Escape

Baby won't you be my escape In all this free time I waste But in the meantime I'll take You to the dock of the Baby won't you be my escape In all this free time I waste But in the meantime I'll take You to the dock of the bay Yeah, the dock of the bay The dock of the Late night as I write But I gotta stay up Never been the type to reciprocate love Always gettin hype when another day comes Cause I gotta wake up and I gotta make some New heat for the kitchen I quit the bitchin I'm shooting for the stars and my trigger finger itchin From rags to the riches The wells keep wishin And I ain't ever trippin No I ain't heh Black backpack packed to the brim With a flask full of gin Skipping class for some ass yet again Flashback to the past back then When I never had friends If you ask where I'm at it depends Makin ends meet thinkin that shits sweet Meanwhile I'm up in shits creek Eating this fish meat I just keep movin, Donno what the f*ck that I been doin I'd say I'm goin dumb but you can't fix stupid The truth is, regardless I can hear em whisper from a distance when they callin They sayin that I'm all in And all it - ever is Never leave the premises Workin on my story I ain't worried what the premise is I been feelin eager for change Seekin a way away from pain But it seems that it hangs Over my head nowadays I don't even feel the need to complain I'm just giving you a piece of my brain Call me insane but Baby won't you be my escape In all this free time I waste But in the meantime I'll take You to the dock of the Baby won't you be my escape In all this free time I waste But in the meantime I'll take You to the dock of the bay Yeah, the dock of the bay The dock of the