Runaway

[Intro (Sampled)] May I ask in what way your life is contributing to society as you sit here day after day after day in this dark room, stringing along on that stupid guitar? Have you ever thought about that? What are you doing for the world or for other people? Day after day, hour after hour, night after night [Verse 1] Shut the fuck up, I'm under enough pressure I could really do without another lecture Discreetly strategizing what I can't measure It's faith in this compass that will lead me to treasure You flipping birds, I'm flipping Merriam-Webster Tapping plenty of putty tat like Sylvester Oh you the shit homie? Imma fucking air freshener Live life beyond the frame for moments you can't capture Bachelor with a Bachelor's But I'm just not sure If there's anything out there for me that I care for More than music Ugh, it's therapeutic Ha, it's good for the soul like chunky chicken noodle soup And with many rap up-and comers, it seems like low hanging fruit You monkeys peeling bananas, I got a cornucopia Forever twist a W for my city, Portlandia That's what exactly what I'm gonna do If my dream takes flight, then I'm 'bout to land this W On the runaway strip This a one-way trip Put my heart in it You obey the script Watch it cuz vipers and pythons all constrict But immune to venom, I just let 'em die off quick Ugh! Truth is, I'd rather confront any number of pricks Than have to absolve even one of my countless regrets My infidelilty is high on my list Lost my bride-to-be from exchanging a couple pics Nothing physical, nothing was even guaranteed As irony has it, neither was it for you and me I still have the pillow cover and picture frame you gave me Never one to call for help, but you still wouldn't save me Sorry if I'm farfetched, chasing dreams I can't catch But my message is precious and needs to be dispatched One time for those who don't care to listen to it Choke a chode and gulp d-d-d-down the fluids Sip Lipton, even food stamps couldn't curb the shoplifting From mixing to shipment, ya bitches If in your eyes, you see a failure Then my life forward is to tell ya I did it Yeah, I fucking did it The boy you once knew is only a fraction Of the man who stands before you, now pursuing his passion I'll overcome poverty, not just in terms of property But in terms of feeling like I owe myself an apology Still got real estate to buy In a realer state of mind I'm dead if I comply Odds defied, I'm alive I can't say money ain't a motivator But you can't say nothing after I put in the labor West!