Pack My Bags and Leave

MSM on Production Its Back the Ripper And like right now I'm feeling a bit I don't even know like I just want to get away I just want to get away Just for a little bit I just need sometime away But its a lot my passport ran out *laughs* 1st Verse Certain times I don't want to talk to no one Leave me alone im rolling on my lonesome When I'm stressed out I bring the s out and roll some Your highness stays high fly and righteous Every time I touch the mic its a different feeling I ain't like them I spit with meaning I'm trying to fight my demons At the same time cry for freedom I never been one to hide my feelings I write till the pen is bleeding Screaming allow it, round here We don't respect cowards We respect money and power No 9 to 5 so we move at least ounce Every hour and we ain't even caking off this shit Just trying to survive in this shitty city Blood We are all born to die Parents mourn and cry asking the lord why I just check my rasta connect for the thai because Chorus I always take time to admire the stars Analyze life and get away from my spas A little time to breathe it is a little time for me If I was invited to heaven I'd pack my bags and leave 2nd Verse Certain times I don't want to answer my phone Whatever question you wanna ask leave it after the tone My numbers always get hotted My phone is always popping Believe I just want to pack my bags and leave With a couple bags of weed A few books thats me I'll be back in a bit Don't harass me little shit ringing my line asking to clash me How am mean't to be happy in this world full of depression Can't even walk in a room full of goons without feeling Tension and smelling death in the air cuz its real talk Ask most of the youngers if they want to die They'll reply I don't care I swear there's no fear In people round here staring with hard faces I pray for a better day but I doubt its coming so fuck it I need to get away