JACK SKELLINGTON - Kaleb Mitchell

Get away, get away, get away

Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate

It’s too much, I need time, I need space

It don’t stop, through the nights, through the days

Get away, get away, get away

Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate

It’s too much, I need time, I need space

They gon' make me snap

Back to my old ways

Back to my old ways

Swear you think you know me

Yeah, swear that you’re my homie

Lost my momma then I lost my shawty

Yeah, so don’t ask me

Why I like to party, for

Start a mosh-pit got me throwing bottles

My heart is hollow, I hide it in them bottom nowadays

Lost a couple friends, now I feel we parted ways

How you say you righteous

When your ego made you slay

Wait, but who the one who fake

Always kept it real

Never told a lie, say it to your face

I ain’t lose my faith, still believe in God

I’m the chosen one, gotta lot of problems

I ain’t tryna run from

I’ve been, fighting, for my, conscience

Never sober, violent memories, gun in holster

Get away, get away, get away

Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate

It’s too much, I need time, I need space

It don’t stop, through the nights, through the days

Get away, get away, get away

Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate

It’s too much, I need time, I need space

They gon' make me snap

Back to my old ways

Back to my old ways

Patience wearing thinner every day

All these phony people in my face

You think I ain’t hip to all the games

You don’t love me, you just love what I became

All these leeches tryna get attached

I got all these demons on attack

Every day I’m haunted by the past

I ain’t been the same since Martin passed

Yeah

But I been my bag, woah

Yeah I been making these plays, yeah

I ain’t never had no job, no

Skipped on minimum wage, yeah

I just dropped one tape

And I’m already back in the lab going crazy

Ion do nothing fugazi, yeah

Want a sixteen, gotta pay me, yeah

I been back and forth, with myself

I need love, I need help

I been trapped, in my mind

I don’t know nothing else

I suggest, that you leave, while you can

Terrified, of myself

I got blood, on my hands

Get away, get away, get away

Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate

It’s too much, I need time, I need space

It don’t stop, through the nights, through the days

Get away, get away, get away

Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate

It’s too much, I need time, I need space

They gon' make me snap

Back to my old ways

Back to my old ways