Escape (feat. Rodney King) Video (MV)

All these motherf*cking responsibilities
That we gotta face every single day
Sometimes I just wish I could escape all of this shit
Just for one day, that's all
Just see how it is

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Why the f*ck I'm even talking bout this shit
I don't even know, but f*ck it though
I done got a job, it still feel like I'm broke
And a car the only thing I got to show for it
I feel like I ain't accomplished shit
Living with my lady at her mama crib
I ain't got no credit for apartment
As a man do you know how hard it is
To put up with this shit on the daily, yeah
Mentally this shit is draining, yeah
I might look calm, but my mind racing, yeah
I'm just glad that I ain't got no babies yet
Maybe it ain't as bad as it seem though
More money to go toward my dreams yo
Just a single pixel in the screen yo
I wish I could escape the whole scene though
To a place, where nobody know my face
I just need some breathing space, 'fore I suffocate
Maybe I need a vacay, wish I could do it today
But what can I say
I'm putting in work, I got no time to waste
I'm up in the stu, going hard every day
I'm chasing my freedom, this ain't no play-play
This 9 to 5 got me feeling like a slave
Taking bout 12 hours of my day away, it's f*cking insane
But it's okay
It's helping me push this shit to the next stage
Get outta my way, or you will be displaced
The f*ck outta my face if it ain't bout to pay
It's about survival at the end of the day
Responsibilities, wish I could escape
This shit is a pain

I wish I could escape responsibility
If only for a day, then maybe I'd be okay
Come back to reality, and see that ain't nothing changed
Now I'm trying to escape back to my fantasy
I wish I could escape responsibility
I wish I could escape back to my fantasy
I wish I could escape responsibility
I wish I could escape back to my fantasy

Yo
Lord, Lord, Look
Lifes a bitch you know
I love her conditional
It's hard for me lately, my boss is starting to hate me
Don't give a f*ck though, I'm grinding everyday
If I could go back to 7th grade
Told them older cats I rapped they laughed and played him
Go back with a Mac and clap away yeah
Applaud when I kill em tell them villians hold that
Lord I had to do it, they was picking on my shaqs
Ain't had shit, and my momma constipated
Pops died young, I was living off his paper
I was buying shoes, and clothes and f*cking hoes and all
Teachers caught me f*cking in the stall
Couldn't play sports in the fall
But I found a better way to ball
Had more money than my teachers
I was playing Tunk at the game in the bleachers
Freestyling hard, some niggas wanted features
Lips like Jigga but them niggas know I'm Ether
I got no time for this shit, though
I'm taking wrist you should watch a nigga
Clocking my pockets they dying slow
Killing you watching me getting bigger
I go and get it cant wait for nothing
You gone retire at 80 something
I wish I could escape this place
Baby momma live on section 8
F*ck am I doing this cant be life, this cant be life
F*ck am I doing this cant be life
If I can escape I might do it twice

I wish I could escape responsibility
If only for a day, then maybe I'd be okay
Come back to reality, and see that ain't nothing changed
Now I'm trying to escape back to my fantasy
I wish I could escape responsibility
I wish I could escape back to my fantasy
I wish I could escape responsibility
I wish I could escape back to my fantasy
I wish I could escape responsibility
If only for a day, then maybe I'd be okay
Come back to reality, and see that ain't nothing changed
Now I'm trying to escape back to my fantasy

Responsibility
Back to my fantasy
Responsibility
Back to my fantasy