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amaru son - escape lyrics

[intro: security & escapee]
you really got some nerve tryna pull a smooth one on me like that
hey, what’s going on? what are you doing?
ring the alarm, he’s not going anywhere
sir, yes sir!
gotta… gotta…
run

[hook]
everybody wanna be a stunter, man
holdin’ up a hundred bands, flex for the government, look
hatin’ -ss n-gg-s wanna be your friend
i ain’t never trustin’ them, hang ’em from the ceiling fan
and i got the people always wonderin’
why i’m never colorin’, inside the book like you
leave ’em all to guessin like a bubble in
tellin’ all these stories man, show ’em that it’s deja vu
everybody wanna be exposed
everybody wanna be cold
everybody wanna have a pole
everybody wanna sell dope
everybody wanna move slow times four
we ain’t ever worried ’bout that
all these other people throwin’ act
keep it all neutral like black
falling for these trends it’s a trap
and it’ll get you nowhere that’s a fact

[verse one]
okay, they creepin like ghosts
and afterwards yellin’ we doin’ the most
i got that malone won’t you keep up a post
we flyin’ in private you stay in a coach
i’m ridin’ with yachty to stay on a float
i swim in her backwards to practice my stroke
and after i’m in it she ask me to choke
i looked at her face and i tell that girl no quit playin’ that joke

[bridge]
everybody wanna smoke gas
everybody wanna start to sell packs
everybody wanna rob and count stacks
everybody wanna jugg and cop sacks
everybody wanna fill a new safe
everybody wanna buy a new wraith
everybody love startin’ up hate
now everybody all trapped in the bait, woo!

[hook]
everybody wanna be a stunter, man
holdin’ up a hundred bands, f-ck it for the government, look
hatin’ -ss n-gg-s wanna be your friend
i ain’t never trustin’ them, hang ’em from the ceiling fan
and i got the people always wonderin’
why i’m never colorin’, inside the book like you
leave ’em all to guessin like a bubble and
tellin’ all these stories man, show ’em that it’s deja vu
everybody wanna be exposed
everybody wanna be cold
everybody wanna have a pole
everybody wanna sell dope
everybody wanna move slow times four
we ain’t ever worried ’bout that
all these other people throwin’ act
keep it all neutral like black
falling for these trends it’s a trap
and it’ll get you nowhere that’s a fact

[outro: security, escapee, & “getaway driver” ]
he’s getting away! somebody stop him right now!
“yo, get in the car, man!”
alright, bet. oh man
“you alright?”
yeah, i think you were just gonna, you know, come get me, man
“yeah yeah yea– oh shoot!”
aye man, look out!

- amaru son lyrics

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