Nate Shy - ESCAPE

Know you say them things you don't mean
New thing really buggin' like he know me
Been a couple weeks, girl, won't you phone me?
In the mood, I'm parked way down the backstreet
She got all the things to make a man fiend
I could take you places that you ain't seen
I know things ain't never what they may seem

Let the truth be told that he just ain't me
Tell it like it is, tell me where you goin'?
I see that look in your eyes, your truth feels showin'
I can see it clear now you livin' for the moment
You ain't glowin' the same, I seen your friends notice
Puttin' me as the blame, they really been knowin'
Switched up, it's a shame that I ain't never folded
Talk down on my name, still love me, I'm supposin'

Time to hang up the cape, cause I ain't that heroic
Swear this shit been feelin' like we stuck in a loop
Sedatives takin' over, could you tell me what's true?
It's a lot more to gain, but a lot left to lose
Unknown numbers ringin', could you tell me who's who?
Know you say them things you don't mean
New thing, really buggin' like he know me

Been a couple weeks, girl, won't you phone me?
In the mood, I'm parked way down the backstreet
She got all the things to make a man fiend
I could take you places that you ain't seen
I know things ain't never what they may seem
Let the truth be told that he just ain't me
Left the back to go fuck with the Riddler
How many flags do it take to get rid of her?

I can't speak my truths, I put it in a verse
Shit got me pourin' the dark liquor till I'm in a hearse
Compare me to the next, girl, I promise it'll never work
Sayin' them things in bed that I ain't never heard
One day it's love, then the next, whatever you prefer
Hidin' every problem, but still I never say a word
Swear this shit been feelin' like we stuck in a loop
Sedatives takin' over, could you tell me what's true?

It's a lot more to gain, but a lot left to lose
Unknown numbers ringin', could you tell me who's who?
Know you say them things you don't mean, New thing, really buggin' like he know me
Been a couple weeks, girl, won't you phone me?
In the mood, I'm parked way down the backstreet
She got all the things to make a man fiend, I could take you places that you ain't seen

I know things ain't never what they may seem
Let the truth be told that he just ain't me

Written by:
Nathanial Aguirre

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