6PM to Somewhere ft. Obediah Shah Lyrics

I just can't escape this

I don't count no money with my friends

Cause if they ain't family well they fake then

Everything we do be shit you can't

How you get no money make it make sense

That dollar bill gon' bail you out the jam

How you get no guala yous' a wasteman

Tell me how the fuck you wanna dance

I tell 'em get up out the paint then

I tell 'em get up out the stands

I tell 'em get up out the way nigga

Unless you stacking with me big advance

Face the mirror

Niggas changing everyday like facial hair

We was in them dorms forming how to make some shit

I was seventeen I would've never thought I'd make it here

But now I got some shit that ain't gon' make it fair

I'll take it there

Everything I do is crazy

Camera phone be too amazing

Nikon for movie making and lights off for new relations

Boo relations

Thinking bout the hues and views that made me

The music spacey cause I can't relate to boom and bass shit

Blow out the basement

Blow out the candles let the age in

My friends be dating chicks and I can't book a reservation

So I be writing all these lines for myself lately

And I been feeling out of time like Sanaa Lathan

So I been thinking how to rhyme for the crowd waiting

Salvation and British isle nations I'm like

Salutations God thank you for my saving

And this ability to build up all the foundations

The crowd's waiting

Yeah

Mind the corpse around us

Find a course, remind yourself on why you're alive enough to die for it

I coincide the mind of conduits

I'm confident the occupants are ponderous

Involvement isn't ominous

Where the fun in this?

Insist the grit, enlisted must admit the vision's vision drifting

So I'm shifting into new shit

Any news to preview with rap or lyrics

Hear this, a new reason to be fearless

Sheerest, pin point the opps that near us

Mending Kit

Prick the album pull the thread instead of pretending that you cleared of penmanship

I steer on the love of rap

Awaiting the marvelous second act

Second that through the council of providence rap

No matter the draft I reckon that my subject matter's a classic

Matter fact looking back

Matter fact looking back I'm gone

I will write from the chest til the cartilage snaps

So I never question carnage

One more time for the niggas who ain't never gon' know we on it

Yeah

One more time for the bitches who ain't never gon' know a baller

Yeah

One more time for the places BnB hotel lobbies

Me and T roll up car meets all of us godly

Hold shit down no falling

Old shit ain't gon harm me

Ocean Blue was not your journey

"Oh shit oops" is not gon' solve it

Tell me who's involved in this one

Tell me 'bout who I can trust for when I fall to optimism

And now I just can't escape this

Yeah I don't count no money with my friends

Because if they ain't family well they fake then

Yeah everything we do be shit you can't

How you get no money make it make sense

Girl that dollar bill gon' bail you out the jam

How you get no guala yous' a wasteman

Girl tell me how the fuck you wanna dance

I tell 'em get up out my face then

I tell 'em get up out the stands

I tell 'em get up out the way nigga

Unless you stacking with me big advance

Unless you stacking with me big advance

I tell 'em get up out my face then

Get up out the stands

Baby you ain't fucking with my paycheck

Unless you stacking with me big advance

Big advance

Seventeen I never thought I'd make it here

Baby

Let it go

Things go wrong

Things don't change you're no good for me

I'm sure you're no good for me

Don't change up don't change up on me

Don't change up