Away

Bitch niggas saying it's luck But I which I got some Spending all my money but that shit don't work Tell me what I've done wrong Trying to record all my thoughts but that shit so slow Damn The fuck I did wrong? Everything was fine but, nope, again You're sending me another gigantic golden stick in the wheel You see the fight but you can't see the struggle behind the scene If only you knew how much pain is hidden behind your screen Ay man, I'm not rapping for you to be all worried 'bout me But honesty and melodies are really all I can give You see my hope, down Slow, nah Kemosabes try to lift me up, you down You can tear me down everyday you fucking cunt Hello problems let me tell you something you don't really want I know that One day you'll go away One day you'll go away One day you'll go away Before I go away I'm sorry if you hear some popping noise sometimes in the recording I just bought that new computer with all my savings and that shit's not working properly It keeps on crashing I lost like, 40 dope-ass beat sessions Lot of recordings Mom's turning deaf too But at least I can make beats in the A.M Friends on the phone told me "Trust the maktub" Can the maktub fuck up its rendez-vous? Shut up man, bad luck's already on you Walk on black cat under ladders while you're Breaking mirrors, 13 'brellas in stud Trust your feelings, flair the fakers' parfum Don't get fooled by clovers luck is not true Me, myself and I's always the best crew, ouhh God gave me Sundays To fuck up the game You can't ignore the name R-I-L-È-S Forget the accent Zinedinening your face God gave me Sundays To fuck up the game You can't avoid the flames My head's in a mess Still doing my best Just 'cause I know that One day you'll go away One day you'll go away One day you'll go away Before I go away Run You better run Run You better run Run You better run Run You better run Run You better run Run, run, run, run Run You better run Run, run, run, run