J. Faith - Get Away

Tell me tomorrow will be better can’t foresee the next
Tell me tomorrow cause today is seeming so complex
Tell me my stressing isn’t focused on my bank account
Impressing bogus quotas way too many for me to count
I know these things are better but I swear they cross my mind
Promise when I make it I’ll do better with my time
At my 9-5 I’m helping teens to see beyond the fence
Balance with persistence they say talent don’t exist
Cause when I lay my head it’s like my mind is on a different wave
She’s asking questions I don’t have too much to say
Essentials out my mental got me cruising what I can’t control
Passing life through every booth no easy pass to pay for tolls
I bear my soul for those who want the polar opposite
Lord only knows if I don’t who I’d be toxic with
I must admit when you commit to level harmonies
Sometimes you need that sign that’s telling people ya don’t bother me

I found God is there space for me to find myself
Of course there is I keep chewing at the safety belt
Second-guessing my decisions over old conditions
If this present is a gift why do I hate the ribbons
Participation doesn’t mean instant recognition
First in line is always met with some division
Break you apart leaving pieces never thought you had
Take the scraps and send him off a launching pad
Pulled in One Direction Tied to 20 more
My inner voice is awakened by an awful snore
Maybe sleep is what I need a fresh 24
Reset the system and remember what you do it for
Deja vu has been persistent in my waking days
Is there a sign I’m missing Or do I face delays
Searching for air time Searching for fair time
I’m so worried about others do I care for mine?

But I’ve been so broken
I’m hoping that I can find escape
A secret place where I can manifest a different shape
One that’s well rounded even corners couldn’t make a scrape
Stronger than a bond of some paper and a piece of tape
Save it for your records effective within an instant
Assisting in future callings til the negative deficient
Funding for a future better get my shades ready
I expect to get a tan I can see it already
Its all heavy til you learn to hit the gym
If I’m tryna catch a wave then I gotta learn how to swim
But first what I gotta do straightaway
Ya ya
I gotta get away

Written by:
JUSTIN OLIVER

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