Go Away lyrics
by J. Stalin
[Verse 1: Trae tha Truth]
Sitting, fighting this pressure in the state of exhaust
How many times I talked to God, speaking on those that I lost
A couple brothers, couple sisters, and a bunch of my homies
That's why I move all by lonely, hoping God'll come show me
A new direction cause I feel like I'm losing faith by the minute
Tryna hide away from reality in something that's tinted
I conversate most of the time across the mind of a seal
Same n*ggas that showed me love, you might just find em in hell
I hate to say it, or to blame em on everything they been through
In a different circ*mstance a better life, they might just been you
Tryna provide, missing homicide by minutes
Or they tryna get stripes from a basic soldier to lieutenant
I do this here for my n*gga Dawg, my n*gga Clip
Ain't too many others that are sold, that's why I trip
I trip out, but try to keep my cool knowing pain is here
Wanted the sun, but since I missed this sh*t the rain is here
[Chorus: Mitchy Slick]
Abnormal heart, diagnosed at birth
All my n*ggas got em whole family cursed
T-shirt with their name just ain't the same
Shoulda had an attack from all the stress and strain
f*ck this fame and this change
f*ck this chain and this Range
With all my real ones gone I can't sleep the same
I wish this f*ckin rain'll go away
[Verse 2: Trae tha Truth]
Lost is what I feel, looking at where I'm headed
Talked to God begging for help so much I feel like I'm out of credit
He don't know me and I understand, I just need a helping hand
Talked to my grandfather days later, now he under sand
The homie calls mama's stress
And even though he gone, he still around so yeah we blessed
It's a cold world
They say it get better but I just save the drama tired
From all the pain the I acquired, left the Devil fired
I swear it's life to end the days
Of tryna make it out but I can't get up out this maze
It's me against the world and I can't get up out this phase
n*ggas jumping fly like they can't get up out them J's
I'm on my defense
May my sons forgive me, I don't wanna be no failure
But being real throughout the pain, it hurt like hell I tell ya
It's hard to see when you're surrounded by the dark
It's that type of sh*t that tear your ass apart
For real mayne
[Chorus: Mitchy Slick]
Abnormal heart, diagnosed at birth
All my n*ggas got em whole family cursed
T-shirt with their name just ain't the same
Shoulda had an attack from all the stress and strain
f*ck this fame and this change
f*ck this chain and this Range
With all my real ones gone I can't sleep the same
I wish this f*ckin rain'll go away