Vacate by Squintz
Part of somethin' special.
Tracklist
| 1. | Vacate | 3:00 |
Lyrics
Lyrics:
I Swear I wanna vacate,
I’m trapped in a lonely place,
my heart was broke in the past,
that was the key so I can’t escape,
I came from nothing, I still have nothing,
I’m sure that some can relate,
everyone is fake, they love for some,
when they can’t have some they hate,
they think, cause I do it on beat like lorraine,
that I do this ting for the fame,
I’ve been up front like jermaine,
and I’ve been against all defoes,
still I’m here still I remain,
still cons will outweigh the pro’s
I wanna leave, wanna vacate
I know that they knew our struggle,
and didn’t reciprocate,
how you gone be shocked by my hustle,
I’ve lost things that you can’t replace,
pure love from your friends and family,
err, what’s that I can’t relate,
I swore that I want it all,I
but can’t afford the price that you to pay,
I know that I’ve made mistakes,
but I hate how everyone judge,
that’s why I love my mum,
she calls me son in the rain,
none of my cheeks are blushing,
my bloods pumping in my veins,
I smoke till my eyes can’t see,
cah it helps me resuscitate,
I Swear I wanna vacate,
I’m trapped in a lonely place,
my heart was broke in the past,
that was the key so I can’t escape,
I came from nothing, I still have nothing,
I’m sure that some can relate,
everyone is fake, they love for some,
when they can’t have some they hate,
they think, cause I do it on beat like lorraine,
that I do this ting for the fame,
I’ve been up front like jermaine,
and I’ve been against all defoes,
still I’m here still I remain,
still cons will outweigh the pro’s
I wanna leave, wanna vacate
Everyday’s the same wake and bake
then make my to the platform
Outside I stay authentic
So i can’t go to my yard and transform
Had the bailifs come to my damn door
sittin by the heater tryna keep my hands warm
I do what I do comfy
why you think I scream nuen ain’t gang for?
don’t judge, discriminate or question my image
i could never be timid
or a gimmick
they hate but appreciate cah they fuck wid it
Truss Mi,
I keep it real i still bop in my Office,
Full time work ain’t work if I’m honest,
I’m worth more than a profit,
I work 9-6,
so Monday to Friday stays the same,
paid for the morning journey
but on the way home I bump the train,
thoughts are haunting my brain
but I still get paid so I can’t complain,
I’m tired and it’s been a long day
but I still got paid so I can’t complain,
I Swear I wanna vacate,
I’m trapped in a lonely place,
my heart was broke in the past,
that was the key so I can’t escape,
I came from nothing, I still have nothing,
I’m sure that some can relate,
everyone is fake, they love for some,
when they can’t have some they hate,
they think, cause I do it on beat like lorraine,
that I do this ting for the fame,
I’ve been up front like jermaine,
and I’ve been against all defoes,
still I’m here still I remain,
still cons will outweigh the pro’s
I wanna leave, wanna vacate
