Escape Artist

Lyrics

Alright
Jordan
The year's 2018
You were graduating high school?
I was in eleventh grade
Okay
So one year before you graduate
The story begins
Right
Okay
Now like
When I speak from your perspective
Do you want me to try to sound like you or?
Nah man
You don't even have to do all that
Just make sure it sounds dope
Ight
Bet
Let me say my piece
Let me say my
Let me say my piece
Let name say my
I wake up, cake up for her
My pay stubs say the bank is hurt
Learned how to bite the bullet for her
And my pride's the fullest
When she says I'm the coolest
I served her all she said she likes she
Tryna be wifey
But when I look in the mirror
Look
I don't even like me
See I give her everything that I should give myself
And that void is filled but it kills my wealth
I got new dreams
Huge dreams
Mama say I really got hoop dreams
But my buddies been pumping me up in the locker room
Just to kick em a bar or two
My priorities fucked
They keep hitting me up
I tell them that I'm gettin it sucked
I ain't say it's my wallet though
Omar gave me wads of dough
To flip this little rock of blow
Well that's a first, that's my brothers friend
Look bro, just don't tell my brother man
Cause I ain't really got another plan
Fuck workin at a mickey D's
Where they sneeze in your number ten
I make more then I'm over at the game yeah
She under the bleachers she giving me brain yeah
Feels good even though my soul is drained yeah
Hey
So do she love me or not?
Do she love me or the game yeah

And I don't know why I need her so damn much
I don't know why I'm fiending for her touch
What part am I in need of covering up?
She don't think about it
We don't think about it

Cause baby she rockin all of that vermillion
Baby vermillion
Red bottom heels we in mall like we stealing
And mobbing like Cillian
Marshall and Lilian
That's what I want
I don't really know what I want
Show me the bond between
The pompous and the pondering
If all the cream is all I need
It's all I see
And I ain't even graduated
Man I hate it
All the money I'm making
I hand to Taylor
She want that bag so I hand her paper
Save that for later
Still she spend it
But it's OK I told her to send it
I'm mending wounds that I never knew
I had, I have to let em through
Fuck that, she bad and her head is too
Delectable
And if she goes

I bet I do something stupid to myself
Oh no
I been I been acting foolish, doin well
Oh no
Now my mind it ain't clueless you can tell
Oh no
But I be on my bullshit
I rebel
Oh well